#therefore the only help he needs would be inside of him so why ask?

[buthappysoverrated]

The way Dennis can’t talk is so interesting and different from other members of the gang because while the others are being silenced/brushed off by outside forces, Dennis just refuses to talk. He’d go through the length of regularly fantasize about a situation where other people refuse to listen and he has to do everything himself. I think he doesn’t know why it’s so hard to ask for help either but he just can’t. He can’t speak because his feelings are so big and his thoughts are so complicated that he can’t put it in a way other people would understand, so he chokes and wait until the desire of blurting them out passes.

[thevoidstaredback]

Tim was curious. Maybe a little addicted to whatever the hell was in that coffee, he's still standing by the point that no other coffee will ever be enough, but that's not the point.

He wants answers. The Justice League want answers. No one has been able to get them. Because Phantom stays in the House of Mysteries, no one but the JLD can actually get time him. The Supers have tried listening out for him, but magic is something they're weak against and therefore can't hear through. Batman has tried to get into the House, but he's been sent everywhere else for his attempts. They would track him down as a civilian, but no one actually knows if he has a civilian disguise. It's very hard to hide hair that starkly white and skin pale enough to be blue.

Regardless, everyone wanted answers and Tim was determined to be the one to get them. Why does Phantom claim to be thirty-eight, fourteen, and eighteen all at the same time? Where did he come from? When did he die? How did he die? What the hell is in his coffee because damn was it good!

Off topic.

Tim had the rest of the Titans return to the tower while he stayed out. It'd be easier to track if he was the only one doing it. Besides, these guys work with Raven, they won't hurt him. Probably.

The fact that Phantom apparently smelled like death was another concern Tim had. Was it because he was dead? And what did Constantine mean that 'the smell lingers'?

More questions kept popping up like goddamn daisies, and there was no answers to clip them down. Tim was getting frustrated, to say the least.

***

Danny made an effort to at least try and help Constantine with the demon problem the building was having. Honestly, it wasn't even that bad, in Danny's humble opinion. The demon was just messing with people, not hurting anyone or stealing anything! He was, at most, planting minor inconveniences everywhere.

That's not technically his monkey, though, and it was most definitely not his circus. He figured he'd offer to be helpful, though, if only so that Constantine would owe him a favor. A favor he already knows how he's going to cash in.

"Why'd you really want to tag along?" Constantine asked Danny while they searched for the demon.

"What do you mean? You offered to bring me along."

"Yeah, but that's because you need to get out of the House more."

"Funny, coming from you."

"I spend more time outside of the House than I do inside." the Brit scoffed, "Now tell me why you agreed to come along. This is demon hunting. You only ever go ghost hunting."

Danny sighed and ran his left hand through his hair. Not that he could feel it, stupid nerve damage. "Deadman's been on my ass about my first trip to Gotham. I would've left to go find some place to crash, but the entire Justice League is also on my ass for some reason! I'd honestly rather not have to face any of them."

"You've been to Gotham?" Constantine asked, "When?"

Danny groaned, "Not you, too!"

"Whoa, okay, okay. You don't need to share with the class."

"Sorry."

"You better be."

"Hey!"

"Now tell my why the JL proper are after you?"

A sigh. "You remember at that meeting when Red Robin mistook my drink for his?"

"Yeah. Hard to forget. You freaked everyone out a little bit."

"Yeah. Turns out they all have questions that I don't want to answer. Avoiding them all has been the best way to not answer."

"You know you can't dodge them all forever."

"I know, but I really don't want to have to explain anything!" he whined, "The questions that they'll end up asking are gonna be really painful to answer."

A raised eyebrow. "How do you know what they'll ask?"

"Because everyone always asks the same things. Worded differently, but still that same."

"Then refuse to answer."

Danny met Constantine's eyes with a deadpan glare. "You're gonna look me in the eye and tell me that the Justice League and their sidekicks will leave me alone if I tell them 'no'?" He shook his head. "Lying's a bad habit, old man."

Constantine rolled his eyes as he went for his lighter, remembering they were were in a no smoke zone and retracting his hand. "Don't sass me, brat. Wonder Woman and Superman, at the very least, would back off. They'd get everyone else to, too."

"What about Batman and his brood?"

"Touche." the man said, "But you can't hide from them forever."

"I can try,"

"But you'll fail."

Another groan. "Can we just get this thing over with? I want to lock myself in the basement and wallow."

Part 5 Part 7

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

i am a rich man

words: 1k

warnings: misogyny, brief mention of violence, reader is a kook

a/n: im on vacation starting tomorrow monday 1/22-friday so i will not be posting any new fics for this week!

“have you decided what car you want baby?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you scroll through the dealerships website.

“i’ve narrowed it down to two.” you tilt your phone towards rafe, letting him look at one car before navigating to the other tab to show him.

“why don’t you test drive both and decide after that? and if you like both, just buy both.” rafe shrugs. it was weird for him at first being with someone who had even more money than his family, but now he’s grown used to it, liking knowing you can support yourself if needed, even though rafe likes to buy most things for you.

“good point.” you hum. “i’d have to park one on the driveway though, my dad is only giving me one spot in the garage.” you pout. your dad has a mild obsession with sports cars, and therefore three of the four spots in the garage were already taken.

“lets not worry about it now, figure it out after you see them in person.” rafe says, and you nod, getting up off the couch to head to the dealership, glad that rafe agreed to drive you and test the cars with you, mainly because you didn’t want to spend the day without him.

it’s a long drive to the nearest dealership that had cars in your price range, but you don’t mind as you sing along to your favorite songs playing through rafes trucks speakers, always letting you be the dj even if he can’t stand some of the girly pop songs that you play.

“almost there.” rafe reaches over, squeezing your thigh as the dealership finally comes into view.

“thank god.” you groan. “my butt is starting to go numb.” “don’t talk about your butt when we are about to be in public.” rafe warns, glancing over at you as you giggle.

“sorry baby.” you say, in a voice that tells rafe that you’re not at all sorry.

“let me drop you off at the front, i’ll park the car then join you inside.” rafe says upon pulling in and realizing that there are no close parking spots, and he doesn’t want to make you walk outside for longer than he has to.

“mmkay, thanks baby.” you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, always extra appreciative and lovey on rafe when he does sweet things for you, even if its just something little.

you hop out of the truck, heading inside the main showroom of the dealership.

“hello, ma’am!” a sales associate instantly hurries over to you. “i’m john, did you have an appointment?” “no, but i’ve checked out your inventory online and i know what i’d like to test drive today.” you say with a fake smile right back, already not liking the condescending attitude that john is giving off.

“alright, well lets take a seat at my desk and you can tell me your budget.” john walks you over to his cubicle, and before he can begin talking you’re joined by rafe.

“this is my boyfriend, he’s helping me pick out a car today.” you say as he sits down next to you, reaching over and looping your fingers through his, already eyeing up john as he tries to size him up.

“hello, sir.” john smiles. “so what is your budget?” he addresses the question at rafe, making your eyebrows scrunch together.

“well,” you answer, making johns gaze flick quickly to you, “budget isn’t an issue. i know what two cars i would like to look at.”

“okay, if you just want to tell me the models i will pull them up.” john turns the computer screen so you all can see as you tell him the two cars that peaked your interest the most.

“and i assume you will be financing?” he hums. you glance at rafe, shocked that he would have the audacity to assume anything.

“no.” rafe answers for you. “in full.” “okay, that makes sense that you will be paying, sir.” john says, nonchalantly as if he didn’t just imply that you wouldn’t be able to afford the car.

“as said before, i will be the one purchasing the car, so while my boyfriend is here to help me, i am your customer.” you clear up, hand squeezing rafes as you try to hold back your anger, knowing you can get just as fired up as him.

“sorry, just don’t see many young women being able to buy cars like these outright.” he says before quickly switching the subject, going through some of the specs of the vehicles. “and the cost on that one is $94,000.”

“wait a minute.” you rub your forehead, getting tired of this mans bullshit. “while i said money was no issue, that doesn’t mean that i’m going to let you get away with scamming me. that car is worth no more than 75.” “well, ma’am, there are various-” “no.” you shake your head. “i have done my research on these vehicles and i know that ever 75 is on the high end.” “let me double check my figures.” john swallows nervously, turning the screen so only he can see it as you send a look at rafe, seeing he’s struggling just as much as you not to reach across the desk and smack the misogynistic sales associate across the face.

“my apologies, i must have accidentally selected an additional maintenance package. it is $74,000.” john says.

“that sounds much more reasonable, but i will not be purchasing a car from someone who tries to scam me out of my money just because they think i’m a dumb girl. get me a different sales associate, now.” you command.

john scurries away from the desk, the stark opposite of the cockiness air that he had when you first arrived.

“jesus, you’re hot when you’re scary.” rafe says, looking you up and down as you smirk at your boyfriend, knowing while you’re usually sickly sweet, when a man irks you wrong, it brings out your full wrath.

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[prettyoatmeal]

Hey there! I'm new to your work, but I love reading through it so much. I don't know if it's already been done, but could you do a part two of the pegging request with a few of the others (ex: König, Keegan, Roach, Alejandro, etc.)? I notice you do a lot of 141, so I didn't know if you wrote others. Just thought I'd ask. ^^

CoD Charatcers and How They'd React to Reader Asking to Peg Them (König, Keegan, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria)

Warning!! nsfw, mdni, pegging, afab reader in mind using a strap, heavy dom/sub tropes, slight exhibitionism. A/N: Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't write one for König, but his time is now.. then plus some. Hi guys!! Its nice to see you again after a month (????)!!!

Part 2 to this.

Masterlist here!

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König I think would just be super confused at first. Not because he's against it, but because he's never thought about it before and is genuinely curious why and you'd find pleasure in that. He's supposed to be doing the fucking..? Why are you...? ...?!?!?!? And he's just scratching his head. But nevertheless, he agrees because he thinks he'd enjoy it though he can't help but be a little embarrassed because he's getting folded in half by his smaller partner.

Unlike Gaz or Soap, you'd need to be very gentle with him. He's a little bit tense when starting out. The lube is cold, the feeling of your fingers in him is unfamiliar, he wasn't used to bottoming like this. But he trusts you, so he isn't against spreading his legs for you.

Very quickly becomes very whiney once you start hitting against that perfect spot inside him. You feel him jolting a little, letting out a gasp and you know you got it.

His thighs squeeze around your sides, calves resting along your hips as you thrust into him with your bright pink strap. You thought it would've been awkward, not expecting the size difference and power difference to combine well, but it did. He keeps you close, his lips on yours at all times until he eventually buries his face into you neck only to moan and whine and cry into your skin.

All in all, it's sweet. He was definitely taken aback with just how much he enjoyed it, craving more and more from you.

"Schatz, p-please. Need more."

So you do the ol' reliable, placing a pillow under his hips, angling your hips just right. And it begins to drive him crazy. His pretty eyes roll back, his lips parted as he moans out your name over and over and over again like a mantra. His cock leaking like a faucet, his tip an angry red and begging for attention, a shiny layer of sweat covering both of you as your hips slap against his ass over and over again.

And it isn't long until he cums untouched, his back arching into the bed as he pulls you into a kiss and moans into your mouth.

**

Keegan is at I've seen characterised as a freak fr so I feel like he'd be similar to Gaz. If anything, he'd want you to fuck his brains out spontaneously.

He's very much the type to purposefully rile you up just so you'd end up pushing him up against the wall, or even tugging him by his collar to the nearest unisex bathroom. He can't help it! He's a massive slut for his lover. Therefore it's always a good idea to keep a strap on you where ever you go with him.

If you don't have any lube around, he's very adamant of you shoving your fingers into his mouth to slick them up. Maybe he'll even bite them a little just so you deliver a slap on his cheeks.

There's really no telling when he wants to stop pushing you. He'll actively fuck himself back on your fingers when they're inside him, going against anything you're telling him just so you be rougher with him. All in all, his main goal is for you to fuck him like you hate him.

With barely any prep, he lets out long whine at the first thrust inside him, wanting nothing more than to be used by you. One hand on his cheek pressing him into the wall, the other gripping at his hip as he arches his back into you.

"G-God, fuck. Harder, please!"

He's gets so vocal, barely able to keep his moans back. Lets out the sluttiest moans as he finally reaches down to quickly jerk himself off, spilling his load over the wall.

Definitely asks you to be rougher next time. He wants you to put him in a chokehold, wrap your hand around his throat and restrict airflow, bend him over and press his face into the bed, make him beg for mercy. Certified freak 7 days a week!!! Let's just hope you're ready to do all the chores around the place for the next couple of days because there's no way he'll be getting up without a stabbing pain in his ass.

**

Roach is really just a blank canvas character, someone that was created for people to insert themselves into his shoes. So with that being said, I'd think he's into it. Nuff said.

You wouldn't need to do all too much to get him to submit. If he's a blank canvas, then I'll make him into a masterpiece. First time with him would be the first time he's getting pegged, period. Unlike König who's a little tense, Keegan or Gaz who are a little too into it, Roach is a neutral.

It's easy to bend him over, press your hands down on him to keep his back arched like a cat, knead his plump ass a little bit. It's so cute that he'll take whatever you give him. Whether you're rough with him making him whine and cry, slapping his ass and spitting on him as you give him no prep, or coaxing sweet moans from him and praising him as you slowly push your slick fingers into his tight hole.

He starts getting so desperate, wanting nothing more than to beg for you to finally fill him as you press the tip of your strap. He wants to push himself back against it, his cock rock solid, dripping with his pre just at the thought of it. But he's too much of a good boy to do so.

So when you finally fill him with a quick thrust, it makes him go dizzy.

He's a real sight for sore eyes; ass in the air, your hands holding him arched and in place, his eyes fluttering closed as he buries his face into the bedsheets below him, the prettiest moans escaping his lips. Soft and breathy, his voice breaking every time you slam against his prostate. He's not as vocal, but there's no denying the sweet noises that are forced from his throat with every thrust.

He's such a sweet boy, completely melting into the bed as you lean down, a wide smile on his lips as you press kisses against the back of his neck.

"Please, please, please, please, please!"

He'd beg as you finally reach down to give his throbbing dick attention. He's definitely saying thank you after he makes a mess of the bedsheets.

**

Alejandro is another one where I don't see him enjoying it all too much. He prefers to do the actual fucking rather than getting fucked. He'll fuck you like it's his last day on earth, giving you the most mind shattering orgasms known to man. He's definitely a BDSM guy for sure, a rope bunny while at it. But when the tables turn, he's unsure about it. He really doesn't believe it's something he would enjoy.

Alejandro is proud of his masculinity, maybe he has too much pride, but being in a place of submission like that is embarrassing to him.

He'd feel awkward being in a place without control over himself which is why I feel the most he'll allow you to do is use your fingers.

Lubing your fingers up, he'll allow you to bend him over once, just once, and only to try it out. Safe word in mind, he caves and lets you bend him over the counter.

"No funny business." Out of everyone on the list, Alejandro is definitely the most hesitant.

Tensing up as you push a finger in, he almost backs out. But knowing how adamant you were about him trying out something new, he makes up his mind and lets you do your thing because he's thinking that just maybe he'll enjoy it.

Like every instance, you curl your fingers to press against his spongey prostate and he jolts in surprise. Hearing a barely audible, low 'fuck' coming from his mouth, you curl your fingers again only to be met with a whiney moan.

"Is that a good fuck or a bad fuck?"

"Good... good fuck, god, please keep going."

Jackpot.

It isn't long until he's jerking himself off, pushing himself back onto your fingers. He doesn't want the feeling to end, though he regains some of his dignity during his post-nut clarity.

"Maybe we can do that more often.. if you want to.."

**

Rudy is a tricky one for me. I'm not that much of a Rudy stan to have an opinion on him + pegging. But I've seen him characterised as a sweeter and more reserved lover. I feel he'd be more like Ghost. He'll take your fingers, maybe a vibrator, but he definitely isn't ready for your strap right off the bat.

He'll ask you to be gentle, face flushed and looking away as you slowly push a finger in him. Curling your fingers in just the right spot would make him let out an embarrassingly loud moan, looking away, his face flushed. Taking advantage of this, his eyes roll back as you abuse the hell out of his poor sweet spot. The feeling is new and strange but oh god, it feels so good. It's immediately too much for him, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he cums so quickly just from your fingers alone.

Switching over to a vibe would elicit the most humiliating noises from him. It's so cute because he'll beg and beg for you to go easy on him, his poor tip flushed and red as you overstimulate him. Torturing him as you press the vibrator against that perfect spot inside him, coaxing him to another shameful orgasm, precum running down the underside of his shaft as he thrusts his hips into the air, it drives him completely mental.

"P-Please! It's too m-much!"

"I'm not hearing red." and he gets so flustered, he's burying his face in his hands.

But red never leaves his mouth, this thighs clamping around your hand as he spills a second, third, maybe fourth load all over his tummy, but that's only if you haven't drained him for all he's got. He might just let you peg him next time.

**

Valeria is all for it. A girl has needs, sometimes a girl just needs to be filled with a strap, and she is A-okay with that. Val knows what she wants and she knows she's going to get it.

Power play is a massive thing with her. So even if you're the one gripping the back of her knees and slamming into her, he won't hesitate to remind you she's in charge.

She'll allow you to lay her down, slowly undress her, spread her legs. She'll let you fill her with your strap, make her moan under you as you hit all the right spots inside her. But you're not leaving her without the pure filth that escapes from her mouth between her heavy breaths.

"Always making me feel so good, sweet thing."

"No, you don't get to stop. I don't care if you're getting tired, this is what you wanted."

"Fucking into me like a bitch in heat."

"Pussy drunk slut for me."

"F-Fuck.. mmh, d-don't stop."

She tends to get a dirty mouth when she's close, almost begging you to rub her clit for her until she gives in an does it herself. You can't blame her, you just didn't respond fast enough!

But it's not enough for her until her legs wrap around your hips, forcing you as deep as possible as she squeezes around the strap and cums around it with a long moan.

After that, she gives you no time to react. You're getting pushed back onto the bed while she returns the favour until you're begging her to stop from sensitivity. But that's okay, because that's what she likes.

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After finishing this, I've realised I've put a lot more effort into this one than the 141 one.. whoopsies 😭

[anfie-in-the-box]

Be Who You Are (An Error Just Like Me)

Notes

A little something for @zu-is-here (: Thanks for the request! It was a bit difficult at first, but today inspiration hit hard and I couldn't help but write, write, write. It was amazing, and I'm quite proud of the result.

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For one too many times, Blueberrory stumbles on something he doesn't see and groans, frustrated, caught in Error's strings so he doesn't fall and possibly break a bone or two. Error laughs at him, glitching slightly, but helps Blueberrory regain his balance.

“Ugh. Ho-o-ow?” he mutters with barely concealed irritation. He's definitely become moodier as an error. He wonders if it would ever go away. 

“You want me to teach you how to navigate the Anti-Void? That's what I'm doing,” Error says, still giggling — and glitching, just a tiny bit. Blueberrory can't help but smile fondly. Oh, to slowly but surely learn to understand Error's twisted mind… He enjoys Blueberrory's struggles very much, but he also cares, and he also wants Blueberrory to succeed. If only to prove he's the best teacher and guide in the Anti-Void. And because they're becoming friends. 

“There's this one tiny little thing that I don't understand,” Error says, now frowning. 

“Am I missing something?” Blueberrory asks with hope. Maybe Error is finally tired of his games of vague charades? But he stands up and spreads his hands. 

“Come here and hug me.” 

Hope is a stupid feeling indeed. Error hates physical contact and barely knows how to soothe the feeling — before Blueberrory he didn't even have the clothes that would suit his needs. And now he just stands there, almost demanding a hug? Blueberrory knows Error's not the most stable person around, but this… 

Nonetheless, Blueberrory comes closer and… He's not sure what happens next, but stars, he's glitching like crazy. It doesn't hurt though, not at all, and then it ends as fast as it has started. And he finds himself a tiny little bit away from Error, though Blueberrory can swear he was close to him, closer than Error ever allowed. 

“What… What was that?!” Blueberrory shouts, startled. 

“Stupid, don't you realise that's your main advantage here in the Anti-Void?” Error makes a dissatisfied face, but there's a certain sparkle in his mismatched eye-lights. He enjoys knowing more and understanding better. And Blueberrory will be his favourite subject for a rather long time — he's a fast learner, but now that his nature and soul have changed, he has a lot of things to either learn or relearn. Like navigating his new home.

“I don't understand,” Blueberrory says after a few deep breaths. He's still frustrated but not angry or bewildered to the point of shock. “What happened? Why am I farther from you than I was before, well, trying and failing to hug you, I suppose? Why did I glitch like that?”

Silence falls. At least Blueberrory isn't irritated anymore, and Error's thoughtful face soothes his soul even more. Blueberrory really, truly misses the times patience came naturally to him. But he'll do his best anyway. And besides, that part of him is deep inside, more than a memory, less than an illusion — a part of his experience, a part of his past, long gone. Blueberrory isn't the magnificent Sans.

Error laughs loudly and Blueberrory takes a step back, startled. 

“You're so funny,” Error finally says when his laughter ceases. “Wonder whether I would be as funny if I had someone to look after me.”

Blueberrory perks up. Error doesn't talk about his past, or, well, his past in the Anti-Void. He loves telling stories about the AUs he once destroyed, or the AUs that managed to attract his attention and therefore stayed. The latter ones were far and between at first, but as Error learnt to tame his insanity, he found beauty and fascination in more and more things. He found his own reasons to grant mercy, as twisted as those reasons are.

“What's funny, then?” Blueberrory asks calmly. 

“That you really don't understand!” Error grins. “What happened is one of your own ways to be an error. Congratulations! Now you know what to master!”

Blueberrory sighs. Error's words still don't make any sense, though they really should. But that's fine, Blueberrory is still getting used to… everything, really. Error knows that, so Blueberrory will get his answers. Sooner or later, one way or another. 

“I see you're not getting it.” This time, Error quickly goes to Blueberrory and touches his shoulder. 

Well, he tries to. Blueberrory doesn't even get a moment to react. He's glitching again, and he's a few steps away from Error. Again. 

“Most errors can't touch living beings, as far as I know,” Error finally starts to explain with words. “But you? Oh, how I envy you, little Berry! You can't touch anything, not in the state you're in right now.”

“But I… I stumble on… whatever it is in the Anti-Void?..” Blueberrory mumbles, then grimaces — he's meant to sound coherent and confident, not like this. 

“Of course you do! That's why I said you've got to master your ways to be an error. They're advantages as much as they are obstacles.”

“So what you mean is… There's a way to cheat?”

“Sure, call it like that, why not! We are errors, but we are also hackers. The Anti-Void loves those who know the rules, but it loves those who set their own rules even more.”

“What is yours, then? Advantage and obstacle, I mean.” 

Error tenses for a moment — Blueberrory doesn't even start regretting his decision to ask. Enough is enough. But Error answers slowly, “My vision. Without the glasses, I see more. Or, well, differently.”

Blueberrory hums, not letting this show of Error's trust and honesty go unnoticed but also not focusing attention on his words. 

What feels like hours later (though you never know with the Anti-Void), Blueberrory still stumbles here and there, but sometimes he doesn't, glitching out of the way — and gets a standing ovation from Error, slightly mocking yet genuinely proud. What a mix.

“Be who you are — an error just like me,” he murmurs, almost to himself, but Blueberrory hears it anyway. He makes a promise to himself to become the second best error ever. The first is Error himself, of course.

So much to learn, so much to see, and Blueberrory won't be alone. Lucky him.

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Credits

Undertale © Toby Fox

Error and Blueberror © loverofpiggies

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Notes

There's a few references here and there. The title is a slightly corrected line from Hazbin Hotel song Loser, Baby.

"Hope is a stupid feeling" is a belief from a series of Russian books that I like a lot, though I don't fully agree with this particular notion. Still interesting to look for situations where it works.

Thanks for reading, and take care 🌻

P. S. Requests are still open!

[scekrex]

Hey absolutely love your stuff (obviously since I keep requesting lol) anyways could I request Adam who somehow survived after getting beaten up by Lucifer and stabbed who even knows how many times by Niffty gets found by the reader who while an overlord isn't that powerful is super rich (I also picture them being like a mix of Alastor and Vox where like Alastor still holds a lot of more old timey views but also tries to adapt with the changing views like Vox) and decides to take him back to his mansion to try and help him survive (wants to make a few bucks later using him) after a bit the two share an oh fuck moment when they realized they have caught feelings. I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

Overlord reader?? Uh fuck yeah!! I fucking love this ask so much xoxo/p

Bird of Hell's Paradise

Chains on my lips just add flames to the fire

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & sexual tension

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

The battlefield was a mess through and through and while the devil and his daughter had built up the hotel again, a new, more inviting looking building was now located on the lonely hill in the pride ring, you still felt Adam's presence. The residents of the hazbin hotel must've already forgotten about him and therefore didn't notice you at all, too caught up in their doing.

The first man was badly injured and while you normally wouldn't care for such things, especially because it was an exorcist angel, this case was special. Because not only was the brunette laying in front of your feet the first man god had ever created, no, he was also the leader of said exorcists. You could only imagine how many sinners and Hellborn people would pay a good amount of money to harm him, even if it was just the slightest injury possible. So you bowed down and scooped the passed out man in your arms. If these sinners and even Lucifer didn't care for him, you would put him to good use. For your own benefit that was, but no one had to know about that yet. So you carried the first man across the entire pride ring of hell until you reached your home. The brunette man in your arms was still unconscious and given the blood he had lost and the hits he had taken that was pretty normal.

Once inside your mansion, you headed to the hospital wing, walking through the building with slow, heavy steps that echoed through the empty hallways. The hospital wing was close to the entrance, a decision you had made after stumbling through the doors with a fatal wound that had been exposing your guts. It was quicker to reach in an emergency and while those rarely occurred, you didn't like the risk. You put the first man down onto one of the beds, your claw sliced smoothly through the fabric of his once holy robe to get it out of the way. You needed to take care of the stab wounds the nifty little demon girl had caused. The stabs were deep but nothing you couldn't fix. You gave Adam one last glance before you stepped over to the medicine cabinet and for a quick moment you asked yourself why Lilith and Eve had left Adam, he wasn't bad looking at all, quite the opposite. And Lucifer had mentioned that Adam had ‘kinda let himself go’ which meant back when the two women were married to him, he must have looked even better. You quickly shook your head, what in the devil's name were you even thinking?

With wound cleaning supplies and a healing potion you stepped back to Adam's bed, the first human ever seemed to be slowly waking up. He braced his palms against the mattress, tried to lift himself up but you were quick to push him back down, the more he moved while his wounds were still ripped open the more blood he lost. And while Adam would be able to recover either way, the more blood stayed inside of his body, the better. At least that's what you thought. “Stay,” you hummed as you cleaned the blood from his skin. It was unusual to clean off golden blood instead of the red mess you were so used to. But you didn't mind, didn't care even.

Adam flinched away from your touch, tried to lift himself up yet again. Your hand took a hold of his throat and held him down by it, “I said stay, stupid angel.” Adam's eyes seemed to clear up a little, the fog that had covered his golden eyes, had made them seem yellow, lifted and the brunette stared at you, clearly not knowing what to feel. You saw anger in his eyes, rage and hatred but at the same time there was fear. Fear and pain.

Once the blood was no longer staining his perfect skin, you took the potion you had grabbed, popped the cork and held the smooth, cold glass against his bottom lip, “Open up,” you demanded, yet your voice stayed gentle. Adam hesitated and you really couldn't blame him. “It will cause your wounds to heal,” you explained to the former leader of the exorcists and he seemed to consider his opinions for a moment. Then he actually parted his lips and let you spill the disgusting liquid onto his tongue. His face scrunched up at the bitter taste and he kept the liquid in his mouth. “Swallow it, Adam.” Adam looked up at you, once again seemingly considering alternatives he had. Given the fact that he did as you told him, there hadn't been many.

Adam checked his chest as the wounds that had caused enough pain to make him pass out healed quickly. The only hint left that they ever even existed were golden scars that seemed to be permanent from now on, but the first man couldn't complain, could he? He was still alive and on top of that there was no more pain. The first man frowned at you, mistrust was lingering heavy in his eyes as golden orbs followed your every move. Yet he remained silent, not a single word was falling from his lips.

Your hand that had been holding him down by his throat let go of him and Adam was sitting up right in his bed in an instant. His hands traced over the new found scars, you watched him in silence. There was something about him, about his vibe that was different. It wasn't the fact that he was an angel, no, even though that made his vibe different too, but it was something soft, something afraid to break. You cleared your throat loudly and Adam's eyes were on you within a heartbeat, while mistrust still lingered heavy in them, curiosity was close behind and you couldn't help but catch yourself that you were curious about him too.

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Adam always bragged about being the first man, like that was his biggest accomplishment and if you looked at it from a different viewpoint it wasn't even his accomplishment but God’s, Adam didn't create himself after all. Yet it was the only thing worth mentioning whenever he didn't want to do something, “I’m the fucking man, not your fucking housewife, I'm not gonna fucking clean that.” You sighed as you took a step towards Adam and he flinched, trying to back up but his back hit the kitchen counter sooner than expected. Your hands grabbed a hold of his waist and you effortlessly lifted him up to sit on said counter, Adam was taken aback by that.

It had been a couple of weeks since you had found and saved him and the mistrust that had been filling his eyes from the first second on had never truly left them. He would always leash out on you only to back down as soon as you reacted in some way that seemed too unpredictable for him. “When will you learn to think before you speak?” Your voice held a certain amount of softness, it always did when you were speaking to Adam. The guy wasn't a threat to you, not in his current situation. And you were trying to use that to your advantage. Because he was scared, basically a deer in the headlights, why not put that fear to use? You nudged his knees apart to stand between his legs, still taller than him you hovered over the first man with a mix between a sly grin and a soft smile. “When you start to suck my fucking dick,” you chuckled as his choice of words, very aware that he simply wanted you to fuck off and leave him be, you acted oblivious to that. One hand was placed on the counter to steady yourself, right next to his thigh, the other grabbed his chin to tilt his head upwards, forcing the brunette to look you in the eyes.

“Right now? Right here?” your voice sounded so delicious, Adam wanted to eat it up, in fact, he wanted to devour you entirely, feast on every piece you had to offer and only stop once he swallowed it all. In Christ's holy name, what was he thinking? Your lips were so close to his, so so close, all he would need to do was - he leaned into your touch, why he wasn't sure, it was as if his body was following a call sent to him by nature itself. And then his lips met yours and a low groan spilled from his throat as his hands grabbed your shoulder firmly, he was afraid you'd pull back, that you'd leave him like Lilith and Eve had and he didn't even know why. Why was he afraid of losing you, a sinner, a man he barely knew? He couldn't wrap his mind around it. And yet he kissed you like his life was depending on it.

The hand that had been braced against the counter was now on his thigh, squeezing the soft flesh playfully and drawing a delicious sound from Adam's lips. Oh you could drown in the noises the first man made, the little huffs and puffs, his groans that he tried to keep as quiet as possible, the whimpers he would later deny. Adam was the most beautiful creature that had ever set a foot into hell and you mentally punched yourself in the face for wanting to use him to make money. There was no way you'd use such a divine, holy and glorious man for that, no. Adam was yours, your little secret and you'd keep it, keep him.

When you two partened a sting of saliva connected your lips and both of your eyes were hazy, he looked blissed out and it was then that you decided you wanted to see him like that more often - as often as possible. You were to lean in yet again, wanting more, needing more. But your phone rang. “Pick it up, bet it's something fucking important, they don't fucking call overlords for shits and giggles, do they?” You knew Adam was right and you hated it. You pushed your body away from the first man's and you saw how he wanted to reach out, wanted to keep you close but didn't say a thing about it. You grabbed your phone off the dining table and answered the call, “The fuck do you want, Vox?” It was the first time Adam had heard you speaking so vulgarly, you usually seemed to be collected, considering your words wisely, but that? In the name of God, that was truly something else. And it was ridiculously hot. “No I fucking can't, ask someone else,” and with that you hung up, tossed your phone carelessly back onto the table and found your place between his legs yet again. “Where were we?” you hummed through hooded eyes. And it was only then that the two of you seemed to realize what exactly you had just done, what you were about to do again.

Both of your eyes widened and the next thing you felt were Adam's hands on your body, not just your shoulder this time but also your waist, your chest, your thighs, your back. It seemed as if he was claiming you with his hands and the worst part of it? You truly didn't mind, you even enjoyed his touch on you, leaned into it and closed your eyes to fully focus on his hands roaming over your body.

Fuck, you had fallen deep for this man, way deeper than you ever thought you'd fall. But Adam had followed you, had fallen with you.

“You were about to suck me off,” Adam mumbled, his voice already sounded fucked out and you hadn't even started yet.

[soxcietyy]

Temptation

Yuta mafia x reader

Chapter one -> Chapter 2

Your dad is tired of you bringing home these unworthy men. None of them being fit to take care of you or to be given the family business since you are the only daughter. He decides to find you someone fit to be your husband and receive help from the father of the church. That’s when you meet Yuta, though just because he goes to church doesn’t mean he’s much of a saint.

Mafia, mentions of religion, (will contain other things in the next chapters)

Putting your hands together you say a prayer under your breath. The rosary hung on your hands as it swings side to side. You can hear how the father is reciting from the book in his hand.

"Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh."

It was as if the idea of marriage was haunting you. Ever since you’ve turned 23 your parents have been pestering you about getting a husband and having kids. Obviously it was something you wanted but had quite the trouble finding. Everytime you did find a nice gentleman you would introduce him to your dad for him to meet. It wouldn’t even last a hour before your dad would run him out the house. He has yet to like anyone you’ve brought home.

So it was settled, he would be the one to find you a suitable husband. You’ve always heard him say that he needs be kind, loving, faithful, passionate about his work and he needed to have money. No daughter of his would end up with a man that held not even a penny to his name.

You prayed to god for your father to choose a man to your liking. One who wasn’t a stuckup or too misogynistic. One that actually looked good and was totally your type. Opening your eyes you sit back and listen to the father go on. When mass ended you turned around and began to shake people’s hands around you. When you turned around you were met with a pair of dark blue eyes. It was a man that looked around your age, he wore some slacks and a dress shirt. You haven’t seen this man before, was he new? He smiled at you and held his hand out. You took it and gave him a firm shake before turning back around to your family to leave.

Walking out your parents decide to go talk to the father. You on the other hand wanted to go to buy a new rosary because yours had broken not too long ago. You ended up tying together the broken string so it could hold up until you could get a new one.

Looking in your purse you bite your lip seeing you only had three dollars on you. You would asked you dad for money but you couldn’t bring yourself to do such a thing.

Your dad was a business man but it wasn’t going so well. He was currently loosing money and was praying for a miracle to happen. He couldn’t afford to spend money on things that wernt essential.

Maybe the store nearby had some on discount. There was a shop right next to the church that sold things for Catholic Churches. Turning back to look at your parents you could see your dad pouring all of his worries onto the father. You couldn’t help but think you were one too. Maybe if you were already married he wouldn’t have to feel the burden of having to take care of you too.

Walking out you made it the the shop in no time. The door jingled as you came inside to see the place busy. Many people had came by to look at the place. Walking all the way to the back you see a wall full of rosary’s. Your eyes land on a beautiful silver one with clear beads. You fell in love with the design but once you turned it around to look at the price you winced.

11 dollars? Why was it so expensive?! Were they always this much? Letting out a deep sigh you put it back and look at the wooden ones. Obviously Beauty didn’t matter, it was about the meaning and purpose. Turning it around you were overjoyed to see it was in your price range. You happily turned around and were about to walk to the counter until you noticed that someone stood there. Stopping your movements you look up to see the man from mass again.

"Oh hey, your here too? Sorry am I in your way? I was just looking for a rosary form my uncle." He says with a shy smile.

"Oh no! Don’t worry about it, I’m on my way to the counter to buy this." You hold up the object in your hand. "Mines broke recently so I came for a new one."

He looked at you and then at the rosary for a few seconds before grabbing the one that you were looking at not too long ago. "This one suits you more, plus I saw the way you looked at it." He says as he swaps out the wooden one for the beaded one.

"This if kind of embarrassing to say but I don’t have enough for this one. So I’m taking the wooden one because I just need it so it can get the job done." You laugh as you look down and the glistening beads.

"Then I’ll just buy it for you, eleven is nothing to me." He smiles at you before turning his attention back to the wall. "Now that I see you have a good eye do you mind picking one for my uncle? I’m bad at things like this." He says.

You give him a nod as you look back up and grab a black beaded one with a dark steel color on it. His warm hands touch your’s as he takes it from you and looks at it. He gave you a pleased look and leads you to the counter where he pays for the items. When the shop keeper told him the price you watched how he pulled out his fat wallet and pulled out a 50 dollar bill. Obviously this man was not joking when he said eleven was nothing to him.

He ended up walking you back to the church and handed you your rosary.

"Thank you for buying this for me…uh?"

"Yuta, Yuta Okkotsu." He says as he grabs your hand and plants a kiss on it. "May I know yours?" He asks.

His name sounded quite familiar, you’ve definitely have heard it somewhere but you brush it off. Your cheeks heat up as you tell him your name.

"Do you think it possible if we could meet again? Maybe for some lunch? I know this really good place by ca-"

"Sorry, my father would probably not like that. He’s currently looking for a man for me. So I don’t really have much of a say with who I go out with." You cut him off so you wouldn’t give his hopes up. You avert your gaze to your dad who seemed like he was about to end his conversation with the father. Yutas eyes followed your’s and stayed on your dad.

"Your father you say… well then it was great knowing you. Hope we can see eachother again. Have a wonderful day." He said before leaving.

You watched as he disappeared into the crowed of people.

"Y/N! We have to go! Your dad has an important meeting!" Your mom grabs your arm causing you to jolt from the sudden surprise.

The whole week was full of dread. Your could see your mom rubbing your dads back as he rested his head on his hands at the dinning table. You’ve never seen them look so stressed before. Things must be going bad if he was like this.

The house was silent other than the clock that was ticking every second.

You wondered what went wrong with the business. Could it had been that nobody wanted to buy wine anymore? That wouldn’t make much sense though since everyone drinks. You hated how he never let you in on the business details. Did he not trust you? Before you could get into deep thought the phone started to ring. Your dad let out another deep sigh as he walks into the living room and picks the phone up.

You looked away from him and pretended to not be interested by reading a book.

"Hello? Father what has you call me this late?" You dad says.

"You found a suitable gentleman? T-that’s great!"

"And he’s what? Are you serious?!" Your dad said surprised. He turned to look at you and gave you a smile.

You didn’t know whether to run or smile back. This was the first time he was going to pick out a man for you and you didn’t know if you should be nervous. Unlike you, your dad focused on status, money, and ethics. From all you know this could be an old geezer. Not like your dad would care about such a thing.

"Yea Sunday sound great! We’ll be there, have a good night father." You dad said with a big grin on his face.

Setting the phone down your dad called your mom into the living room and gave her a tight hug. "I think we just resolved all of our problems. If y/n marry’s this man then we’ll be set for life! At least that’s what father told me."

You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen your dad so happy. He almost looked like a kid receving a birthday gift.

The day came fast and your mom made you look extra nice today. She wanted to make sure you caught this man attention. Swoon him so hard that he would not want to let you go. You couldn’t help but fidget in the car as you guys drove to church. You held the rosary in your hands secretly and prayed for this to not be bad. You couldn’t help but overthink about everything that could go wrong.

When you got there all you felt was sick. The whole time during mass you had to excuse yourself because you could not get rid on this feeling. You hated feeling anxious. Stepping out the restroom once again you lean into the wall and shut your eyes.

Maybe agreeing with your dad was a horrible idea. You wernt ready for this, marriage and then kids? That’s way too fast for your taste yet your mom had you at nineteen. You didn’t notice how long you were out there until you saw a crowed of people walking out the doors. You gasp and run inside to find your parents before they could scold you. Going through the crowed you make it to see your parents in the front looking at you.

"I’m here!" You say as you run up to them. "Sorry I was just getting some water." You lie.

Your dad nods and turns his attention back to the father.

"Yes this is the gentleman I was talking about over the phone. He’s very dedicated to the church, a loving person, and is very well known around here." He says before waving someone on to come here. When you turn to look at him your jaw almost dropped. It was Yuta, the guy you met last week.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him even when he stood in front of you. He took your hand and kissed it just the way he did last time. "It’s a pleasure to see you again my lady." He smiles.

Your dad looks at you confused. "You guys have met?!" He asks.

"Yes, last week actually." You say nervously.

"My name is Yuta Okkotsu I live in the upper part of New York. You may know me from my uncle, Saturo Gojo."

Your mom lets out a gasp as she held my father’s arm tightly. You looked at your parents panicked. was that a bad thing? Should you be worried?

"Dont worry ma’am I dont want any trouble. Im just looking for a suitable wife. Father here told me he had the perfect lady, right?" Yuta looks at the father who nodded nervously.

"This is outrageous, you think I’m going to give up my daughter to someone like you?! Over my dead body." You dad shouted.

Yuta looked displeased and walked up the steps. He looked at your dad and pointed at the direction he wanted to go with him using his eyes. Your dad grumbled as he followed him. They didn’t go out of sight but you couldn’t hear them. Yuta put his arm over your dads shoulder and exchanged a few words with him.

"Thank god my debt is over to him." The father mumbles as he held the cross he wore with his hand.

Something didn’t feel right about this at all. This wasn’t just a coincidence right? 

It didn’t take long for your dad and Yuta to come back with smiles plastered on there faces. It was as if they weren’t arguing not too long ago. Like they were long time friends that had just met up after so long. Yuta still had his arm wrapped around your dad’s shoulder.

"I’m so glad you’ve taken interest in my daughter. Hope she can meet your expectations and mines. Go on, take her as you please but I would appreciate it if you had her home before dinner time." Your dad says cheerfully.

Your mom looks at him in disbelief. She was probably as shocked as you were from the sudden change of heart. Grabbing his arm she pulled him back and said his name in a disapproving tone. Clearly her opinion didn’t matter because he swatted her away and pretended not to hear. He still held a smile and directed you to stand by Yutas side.

"I can’t wait for you to be my son in law and to meeting your family for when that special day comes. You don’t even need to ask for my permission! You already have it." Your dad claps his back.

What the heck happened during those few minutes? Your dad was talking like an idiot while Yuta held a pleased look as he nodded. Grabbing your hand he walked you out as he waved goodbye to your parents. "I’m so glad the single lady that father recommended for me was you." He said.

You look at him as you guys walk to his car. Chiseled face, perfect skin, pale, dark blue eyes, and a bit of eye bags. He was handsome and you were glad your prayers seemed to have worked. Though you couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t going to be a normal relationship.

Stopping you look straight ahead to see him unlocking his car. Your eyes widen a bit seeing that he owned a 1945 Rolls Royce. You were used to having money but apparently he was rolling in it. Leading you to the passenger seat he opened the car and you sat in the nice interior. As you got comfortable he got into the drivers side.

You wondered where he would be taking you today. Obviously he’s trying impress you so maybe a restaurant? You were pretty hungry after all. Before you could say anything someone spoke before you.

"We’re hungry Don."

You quickly turn around to see two men sitting in the back with rifles. Your heart dropped realizing that maybe you felt uneasy because Yuta was a murderer. You didn’t realize you let out a gasp until everyone turned to look at you. Quickly you covered your mouth. Yuta realizes how frightened you were and tried to grab your hand but your quicker and move it away. Your hand flew onto the door handle but your shaking hands made it quite difficult for you to open it. When you did you ran out but end up falling because your stupid heel got caught in a crack from the broken concrete. Pushing yourself up you were ready to scream for help until someone covered your mouth. Tears threatened to spill down your face.

"Shhh, your okay, we’re not going to hurt you! Those are just my friends who wanted a ride. Sorry I didn’t tell you, I must of forgotten." Yuta lifts you up by putting his hands under your arms. When you were on your feet you couldn’t help but shake.

He brought you into a hug making you rest your head on him as he held you. "I told you guys to take another car. You knew what I came to church for." Yuta sighs at the men. "You frightened the poor girl just look at her!"

They look at you as you tried to compose yourself.

"Sorry Don, but with the recent situation we can let you out of our si-" the man stops speaking as if he knew he just said something wrong. "W-we’ll call someone to bring us another car.."

Yuta helps you back into your seat and closes the door shut before turning to look at his friends. "Great, remain out of sight." You heard him say faintly.

AN: This has been in the draft for some time

[gooppoo]

hi!! i love your writing sm and was wondering if you could write a soft dom!neteyam x fem!reader where he asks you to touch yourself in front of him and basically talks you through it the whole time until he can’t take it anymore and takes you right there? tysm if you accept!! (you can put ur own creative spin on it ofc) <3

anon I'm gonna give you a big wet sloppy kiss, this is awesome

follow my directions.

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: guided masturbation, softdom!neteyam hehe, praising, p in v, creampie, aged up Neteyam of course

"Can you do something for me?"

"Mm," you hummed against Neteyam's lips, clutching him close, "Yes, anything."

Squeezing in a few more messy kisses he asked, "Let me see you touch yourself."

Hazed by his lips all over yours, you nodded in blind compliance, tugging him closer to your desperate body. But as his tongue slipped past your parting lips, your eyes widened and you struggled to reciprocate his affection.

Hesitant to separate, he breathed his concern, "What is it?"

Squirming from beneath him, you propped yourself on your hands behind you. For a moment you searched his expression, curious to see what you could find through his pupil dominated eyes and abused lips.

"Uhm..." you started, unsure, "I haven't...done that before?"

His brows were lopsided, "Masturbated?"

"No-" your skin grew hot, "Touched myself...in front of someone else."

Neteyam took a moment to ponder your words, then empathetically nodded, running his fingers along the inside of your thigh, "I can see why it might be awkward, but you don't need to worry, I'll tell you what to do." Your expression softened only slightly, "Only if you want to, of course."

Running the scenario through your head proved reassuring...exciting even!

"I'll try it." You smiled sheepishly. Neteyam squeezed your thigh and gleefully caressed his lips along yours.

Your mate sat back on his heels with his hands in his lap to start. Eyes noticing you and only you, glued to your teasing movements and adventurous fingers. Truthfully, you were nervous - but not because Neteyam was watching you, because it was new. With the rawness of his admiration obvious on his face, you found it difficult to be insecure.

So you carefully slid off your loincloth and slowly separated your thighs. The air passing through was not forgiving in temperature and chilled your sticky folds. Goosebumps littered your skin.

"Okay...what now?" Your hand rested above your hips.

Neteyam leaned closer, "Show me what you do when I am not here."

As vague as the command sounded, it clicked easily in your mind. Letting your nails trickle down to your clit left you sighing. A mild amount of your essence leaked from your center, and you spread what was along your anatomy adding a yummy warmth. Returning to your clit, your middle finger teased gentle circles onto the nub. Pleasure built in your muscles and you could feel yourself relax.

"Use another finger."

Neteyam almost startled you with how caught up you had been with yourself. You practiced cognizance by adding your ring finger.

"How's that feel?" He grew unconsciously closer.

Panting, you managed, "G-good."

Finally, Neteyam's own hand reached your ankle, delicately caressing the skin. Not once did his gaze leave your glistening womanhood.

Picking up your pace meant more waves of bliss and therefore more mewling. Unintentionally your knees would collapse in only to bow back open for your mate's viewing pleasure.

Now his palm traveled along your shin, "Keep them open, that's right."

Your body teased the idea of an orgasm, so you fed it more vigorous circles. Slick continued to dribble from your cunt, which helped the pads of your fingers glide more exquisitely.

"Oohhaah.." you moaned, your head growing heavy between your shoulders.

"Alright," Neteyam interrupting your approaching climax, "Put one of those pretty fingers inside. Can you do that for me?"

The orgasm strengthening in your lower stomach wanted you to do anything but...yet you complied, letting a digit slide into your hole. With a simple curl, the pad of your finger reached a spongey spot where your eyes rolled back into your head.

"Oh - I wish you could see how beautiful you are. Come on, don't stop."

"Oh-okay-" you gasped.

Venereal squelching of your sopping cunt began to sound as your hand motioned to continue. The mixture of numbing euphoria and your tiring arm meant failure was soon to come - not you. You needed speed and fervor, and also craved to keep up the pleasure making your hips roll. Irritation bubbled up in your throat and mixed itself with a moan past your lips.

"Deeper - add another finger and go deeper."

Ready to quit, you sobbed out as much as you could, "Can't - ahnng! I can't Neteyam!"

That's when Neteyam realized there was no reason to keep his composure. Why sit by idly when he could be several inches in you and stroking all the right spots for you? Watching you do the prep work for him was divine, but he had to be the one to finish the job.

"Enough." He stated, tearing your hand from you and positioning himself at your entrance, "I'll take care of it, sweet girl, I can see how good you did. Now let me feel how good you did, yeah?"

Letting yourself catch a breather, you hummed in agreement, attentive to Neteyam's length being exposed and coated with your wetness by his fingers. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as the contrasting temperatures along his stiffness, then gradually plunged into pulsing heat.

"Sh-shit." Neteyam choked.

When your fingers revisited your clit and began to drag lazy circles along it, he knew staying stationary would take neither of you anywhere. So, he began to roll in and out of you, mindful of kissing your g-spot.

Knowing he was the solution to your desperate attempt at an orgasm had him thrusting fast and hard like your finger once had. The noises you released for him told him to shift this way and angle that way to create a stimulation collaboration between your clit and your g-spot.

"Gonna cum for me baby? Was my cock all you needed?" Neteyam taunted with an iron grip on your waist.

Once again your climax came to fruition in your naval, being pushed closer and closer to the edge by Neteyam and your fingers at your swollen bud, "Yes yes yes!"

"Give it to me!"

Whether Neteyam wanted it or not, you were going to let your orgasm take over you and clamp down on his steadfast cock. While you rolled your hips in search for a heightened climax, his stumbled to keep a rhythm as he released inside you, nails scratching into your hips.

Breathlessly, Neteyam decided to speak first, "Wow..."

Pulling your tense hand from your groin and letting it flop beside you meant you were spent, "Yeah, wow."

Maybe you should've let Neteyam step in sooner. Or maybe this went exactly how he had planned.

[dufferpuffer]

Just read your post about Tonks. Tonks surely was a student of Snape's. Just imagine. Tonks. In Potions. With Snape. Tonks, canonically the clumsiest character of the entire series. Potions. The SUBTLE science and EXACT art of potion-making. NO foolish wand-waving or silly incantations. Tonks is not subtle and exact. Tonks is foolish and silly. And that, to Snape, is INFURIATING. However, Tonks is an Auror. This means Tonks succeeded in getting an Outstanding O.W.L in Potions. This means Tonks took Potions N.E.W.T. This means Snape was probably hoping and praying he would never see her face again after her 5th year but SURPRISE. The girl is SMART and Snape is, unfortunately for him, a fair grader (yes he is idc what people say). I want to see this. I want to see Tonks being an absolute clumsy mess in Potions and Snape being livid but at the same time frustrated because he knows she has potential but she's just not careful and she's witty and talks back and he can't just truly hate her. THIS brings me to the scene in HBP where Tonks brings Harry to the gates after he got knocked out by Malfoy on the train. She sends a Patronous inside the school to get the gates opened. Snape comes and tells her that he noticed her Patronus had changed (now a wolf so cute omg). Therefore, Snape remembers her Patronus from before, but it's like he catches himself and makes a sly remark about her new Patronus being weak because it's a wolf. Like a father disapproving of his daughter's choices for falling in love with a mangy werewolf (love you Remus). Idk I loved that scene because it hints that they have a bit more history together than we think. It could also just be from both being part of the order, but I feel there is a bit more. What do you think dear tumblr friend?

I think she and Snape were buddies. As much 'buddies' as Snape can manage with a student, anyway.

There is a reason Tonks stomachs Moody so well - and its because she's had A LOT of practice with grumpy hard asses. She takes biting comments well, she isn't ever afraid to dish humor back, she knows well when to take things seriously and when to help lighten the mood - handy for people who can't relax easily.

She trained those teeth on Snape, I guarantee it. She LIKES bastards. She enjoys making people happy, she enjoys exceeding expectations, she likes proving herself reliable - and bastards are the hardest to please. She doesn't see blemishes or ugliness or scars - just the person. She likes making them smile.

She's clumsy. She's a disaster. He can't ignore her no matter how much he might want to sometimes - because she might die... ...and yet, her skill is obvious. She pulls through when she needs to. I like to think Potions might have been one of her worst subjects - but she worked hard at it, and enjoyed it, and asked questions.

Not just "Did I chop the Mudwort root thin enough, Sir?" But "Ey, Prof - if this potion utilities the healing properties within the cells of the root, shouldn't we be grinding it rather than slicing it...?" You know. She's actually invested, deeply learning about the topic, willing to experiment. Making him answer with thought. "...No, breaking the cell wall makes it burn away too quickly. We slice thinly to ensure good, even absorption."

And then her cauldron explodes later anyway because she accidentally tipped some leaves in with the slices. Oops. BUT... she will stay behind to fix it. She will ask to practice when she has free time. She isn't talented, nor careful - but its hard not to appreciate her enthusiasm and her dedication to success. He spent a lot of time with her. Being able to mark her a genuine "O" in her NEWTs was one of his proudest moments as a teacher.

Perhaps it's part of why Hermione annoys him so much, too - she appeared like an interested student on the surface, having read her books... but she never stepped the fuck up. She never tried. She never pushed it. She never used her brain. An insufferable know-it-all is ONLY better than a complete dunderhead in that they're safer to have in the classroom. But she doesn't encourage other students learning, she doesn't push herself, she doesn't actually care about the topic... just getting everything right, to prove she is smart or whatever.

Same with Neville: A clumsy oaf that seems to do nothing at all to mitigate that fact. barely even stays behind to clean his own messes. They say Longbottom is 'frightened of him' - well he isn't there to coddle him. He never needed to coddle Tonks. She took his bite as a challenge to do better and soared because of it. She was an oafish moron... but a rare gem.

...And then she started dating FUCKING LUPIN The first thing he said when she was so obviously showing interest it made him feel ill was "...You know he is a werewolf, yes?" And when she responded "Yeah, duh - what of it?" He groaned "Of course... you've never had any common sense..." And the look he snapped at her when she cheekily said "...Gave you hell at school, too - didn't he?"

Tonks teased him. Of course she did. There were days when he walked into class to see she had turned into a foolish version of him... But she knew how to hold back. She is a highly empathetic woman. Even when she was young... the few times she sensed perhaps she went too far: She was mature enough to apologize. Sensitive enough to realize he would not want such apology in front of others, either - and wait till after class to hang her head. It was difficult to stay mad at her. She was just too damn earnest.

In many ways: She reminded him of Lily. Firey, obsessed with magic, popular, friendly - brightened up every room she entered. Seemingly cared about everyone. Even him. It was just... pleasant. Familiar. She was a very different person, of course - but interacting with her felt a little like home. Perhaps a few times a little piece of him slipped out to her - something more juvenile and playful than he has been for years.

...That's what I think, tumblr friend B^) I think its a good thing they didn't find out eachother had died. They would have been distraught for eachother.

But if they both lived...? I think she could have been the thing that healed Snape and Lupins relationship. They both care for her - and can at least be civil with eachother for her sake.

Imagine: post-war family BBQ's with Snape and Lupin arguing over how to cook. Lupin wants to prove himself handy but Snape knows he's fucking useless. (Tonks is the true BBQ dad.) Snape babysitting Teddy. He'd be such a good uncle.

EDIT: Remus and Tonks were BOTH awful at potions. Tonks at least became competent through sheer effort - but they still both go to beg him for help when they need anything. I think Lupin/Tonks/Snape would be fun :^)

[fayeofthenightingale]

I've decided to contribute to the Miguel nation even though I was almost a year late

I present to you…. Brother's best friend! Miguel! A drabble…. (Might turn this into a full fic idk)

Cw: Brother's best friend trope, grammatical errors, fem reader, possibly OOC Miguel, this is more like a flashback really since it's focus is more on Miggy and reader's childhood, this is kinda long wth 😭

Bbf! Miguel who has been friends with your brother since middle school, would often play in your brother's room when they were younger. As typical boys do, they'd play video games. He doesn't mind when you want to join them. He finds it endearing whenever you try to put your stuffed animals on the Legos they built, claiming they're people or something like that.

Bbf! Miguel who defends little you whenever some mean kids try to bully you, is taller than the average kid, making him intimidating. When this happens, he stands behind the bullies, towering over them with a menacing glare and arms folded. All he has to do is say something like "scram" or "leave," and the kids your age run away. Then, when you're feeling sad or upset, he treats you to ice cream to cheer you up.

Bbf! Miguel who helps you pull pranks on your brother, sometimes he’d be surprised you were able to pull off a bit extreme pranks but he’d be happy to do it for shits and giggles.

Bbf! Miguel who helps patch up your wounds whenever you have a little accident in the midst of pulling a prank on your brother all while speaking to you in the gentlest of ways to calm you down. "can you get up? no? All alright I'll carry you then” Your eleven-year-old mind panics when he easily carries you.

Bbf! Miguel who defends you against your older brother, Leo, gets into an argument whenever he can, Leo’s older, and can handle himself, while you are 4 almost 5 years younger than them and therefore helps you whenever he can, it’s just not fair sometimes.

He stood by the side of Leo’s room, witnessing the fight between you and your brother, 13-year-old Leo yelling at you for breaking his model aeroplane. “I Told you not to come in here without my permission!” Leo huffed, “I’m sorry! I-I just want to look at it” You defended yourself but Leo wasn’t having it,” Well now look at it! It’s broken!” little you are almost on the brink of tears, that’s when he stepped in. “come on now, the wing is the only one that’s broken, I’m sure we can fix it,” he said, trying to cool down the argument, Your brother stormed out of his room to cool off leaving you with Miguel “Are you okay Chiquita?” he asked and you shook your head a small sniffle escaped you as you try to justify yourself “I didn’t mean it” little you murmured as you look up at him with teary eyes, he sighed as he took the broken plane and its wing “hey, it’s okay yeah? Leo just needs to cool off, with the help of a super glue I’m sure we can fix this” he reassured you with a little ruffle on your head and grabbed the super glue to fix the broken model plane with his best friend’s little sister.

Bbf! Miguel got his heart broken for the first time because the girl he’s been crushing didn’t like him back because he was “too nerdy” for her liking, Leo brought it up during dinner when your mom asked how your day went and you were saddened for him, who wouldn’t like Miguel? He’s kind, understanding, and funny, he may be too intimidating because of his more-than-average height but that’s his outside appearance! He’s really sweet on the inside… wait…. Why are you thinking like that about him? Nevermind that.

Bbf! Miguel showed up the next day at your house since he and Leo needed to finish a project that’s due tomorrow, eyes puffy and a bit dishevelled from crying, you felt bad despite your brother calling him out that he looks like shit. Miguel didn’t deserve this, so you, the ever loving little sister of his best friend decided to go buy something for him.

Bbf! Miguel who walked out of your house to head home since the project they’ve been working on is finished, “Miguel!” you called out to him with a small paper bag in hand, you catch up to him panting heavily, have you been running? You held out the small paper “Umm.... I’m sorry about what happened yesterday… Leo told me… I mean he told mom when she asked how our day went” you rumbled, you were too busy making sure the treat in your hand stayed warm that you haven’t thought about what to say to him! “… anyways theseareforyouIhopeyoufeelbetter'' you said rather too quickly and before he could say anything you ran away and inside your house too flustered to face him, he took a peek inside the bag and a small smile was painted on his lips, warm empanadas from his favourite store, oh how sweet of you…

Bbf! Miguel who's taken the rejection to heart, maybe much of a nerd after all and that needed to change, so day by day he changed himself, no longer wearing those thick-framed glasses instead he opted for contact lenses, the baggy shirt that has corny science jokes were now nowhere to be seen and he's even doing a little workout to build his tall lanky body, of course, this was never unnoticed to you, who wouldn't notice your brother's best friend slowly gaining muscle and lean body type? You're happy for him of course but a part of you hoped that he did it because he wanted to and not because he's pressured by society's views of him, you like the nerd him? he's cute!

Bbf! Miguel who's never seen you so down in the dumps before, usually your beams and silliness can rival the sun itself but now you're gloomier than the night sky. He asked your brother about it and he didn't expect the reason for your sudden gloominess.

“Ah, she's just upset because no one gave her a Valentine's gift” your brother nonchalantly said as he played on his computer, his series of curses from losing the game was blurred out and in his peripheral vision, he only saw you, without saying any word he left your brother's room and approached you. You can hear the low vibrato of his voice as he approaches you “Hey” he greeted and sat down beside you “You okay?” he asked with his usual gentleness and you looked at him “I don't know… do I look okay?” you mumbled sassily which took him aback but sighed “I… I don't even know why I'm upset, it's just a silly day, it's not even a holiday! it's just a stupid day to have an excuse to ask your crush out or chow down chocolates” you mumbled bitterly, really it's a childish thing to be upset about something small like this, but Miguel didn't think so, no, he’s been there and he knows how it feels, Miguel didn't say anything but pats your head gently, his way to console you.

Bbf! Miguel who had surprised you on a random Friday afternoon with a box of your favourite chocolate and a pink coloured rose “Here” he said as he handed you the gifts, your eyes widened in surprise but took them “What's with this?” you asked but he shrugged in response “For you” he didn't show but it was amusing to him (and kinda cute) to see the sparkle in your eyes shine although it was short-lived “you didn't have to do this you know?” you mumbled, as much as you appreciated his effort you didn't want him to do that out of pity, again your brother's best friend shrugged “It’s not out of pity, it's for you, pink roses for appreciation" and that got you thinking “appreciation? for what? what did I do?” you asked him genuinely curious as to why “just existing, we've known each other for years-” “but I'm not your best friend” you cut him off “who said you have to be my best friend for me to show you my appreciation?” he asked you and in turn you weren't able to say anything, too surprised to utter a single word. He called your name softly, “I appreciate you, not because you're Leo's sister, but my friend, one of the closest, as embarrassing as it sounds but I cannot deny the truth, you have a certain charm I'm drawn to, you make me smile easily, you understand me, and don't tell Leo about this but at least with you I'm slightly more comfortable” he said with a small smile.

Before you could say anything Leo called out Miguel's name and he left right after, a hand on your chest to ease the beating of your heart and butterflies on your stomach. And in that moment, you realized you had fallen for your brother's best friend.

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Omg why is posting stuff online so anxiety inducing?! Anyways Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! If you have feed backs I'm more than eager to hear them (just be kind please) 🩷

[gatitties]

Shanks( crew or just Shanks), Mihawk and Whitebeard's (crew) with a YN who have ADHD/ASD, and who therefore avoid going out on the ship for fear of causing problems and who feel excluded because of the problems

─Red Hair Pirates, Mihawk & Whitebeard Pirates x adhd/asd!reader

─Summary: You think all you're doing is causing trouble, but they just don't care, they will always be there for you

─Warnings: none

─ You began to lock yourself inside the ship after in one of your spontaneous hyperactivity attacks you almost made everyone burn.

─ Also, sometimes it's difficult for you to communicate with other people, although Yassop can help you with this because it's usually with him that you go out to buy supplies, you feel that you are simply useless for needing someone to help you have a minimum of communication with other people.

─ So you thought you wouldn't cause trouble if you just stood aside, not doing tasks related to going out or shopping, not rushing into battle as carelessly as you'd like.

─ Shanks immediately noticed your absence, because you always made his day when he heard you babble everything that caught your attention in the daily newspaper, it was a routine that you followed religiously.

─ He thought that you had simply gotten sick at first, it wouldn't be the first time that you forget that some islands have a drastic change in temperature, your mind only worries about snowflakes at first and then it's too late.

─ But Benn had seen you hanging around the deck while they had some small battles, you usually liked to participate, even though your mind wandered sometimes, his pistol always stopped the guys who tried to take advantage of your distraction.

─ Lucky Roux also noticed that you didn't go to the card competitions that you used to like, and he immediately told his captain, they all seemed to notice how you were getting further and further away from them and preferred to spend time alone.

─ Shanks took care to nip all those negative thoughts in the bud, they weren't bothered by your little peculiarities or 'uncommon' habits, what's more, they thought they made you unique in a certain way, and they admitted that even they need help from other people sometimes, so you shouldn't fight your impulses alone, they are there for you.

─ It's very easy to notice how you distance from him because there are practically three of you in the big castle after Zoro left.

─ Normally he would find you organizing everything that bothers you next to Perona, your mind just calms down when you see the shelves organized in a certain way.

─ Or every weekend you and she get manicures without fail, a little habit you can't stop doing.

─ He also usually sees you running through the immense corridors or even finding you lost because you forgot where you were going in the first place and those corridors are like a maze.

─ The fact is that one day you began to think that your attitude was somewhat irritating to him, you interpreted his silent personality with that and your mind always takes the most negative path of things.

─ You used to like traveling with him, but you cut that habit so fast that he was even more surprised, you loved going out exploring or having fights with other pirates.

─ When he asked you about why you lied about changing some habits in your unwavering routine, this man didn't believe a single word and his single look made you so self-conscious that you ended up letting go of everything you thought.

─ You earned a heavy sigh from him and a few pats on the head, he clarified that you were not irritating, neither your habits nor your impulses bothered him at all.

─ At first you didn't believe him, he had to drag you out of the castle by force so that you could accompany him to the nearest island to do the shopping, luckily your mind just managed to wander long enough in the market to let the whole thing slide.

─ Although he had to get you out of the castle more so that you ended up forgetting the thoughts that you were a bother to him.

─ You thought that everyone ignored you or did not take you into account because sometimes you had caused problems on some islands.

─ Fault for distracting and starting a fight with the wrong people, fault for not being able to express yourself well on some occasions, you thought that all you were doing was putting others in unnecessary trouble.

─ Even though everyone seemed to not care what made you think they were simply ignoring you, it made you feel even worse that they were the ones who got you out of all the trouble you accidentally got into.

─ You decided that the best thing would be to lock yourself in your room or not come back down from the ship at all so you wouldn't cause problems.

─ The thing is that Izo noticed your state as soon as he saw that you skipped some of your daily 'rituals' that were something obligatory to do in your day to day, Thatch also noticed how you stopped wanting to go shopping with him, normally you liked it browse the small shops with him.

─ Ace, who was the one who accompanied you in your moments of hyperactivity with your silly ideas, he also noticed how you resisted the urge to jump into an adventure without knowing what fate would bring you.

─ Marco was also surprised that you didn't go to his office to order his medical equipment in that exact way to please your mind, you always knew when something was moved one more millimeter to the right or left.

─ Everyone talked to Whitebeard about your behavior, they panicked when they thought you wanted to leave the crew, but the captain calmed everyone down saying that he would talk to you about it.

─ You simply couldn't hide how you felt about the situation to your father figure so you let your concerns about whether or not you were annoying come to light, earning you a laugh from Whitebeard.

─ He put you on his lap and explained that their lack of interest in your problems was because they weren't even problems for them, and your habits weren't irritating at all, you're part of the family and they would defend you to the death if necessary.

[bratphilia]

william afton nsfw alphabet i beg 🙏🙏 btw i love your blog you're doing god's work <33333

note: so um. i literally told michy, and i quote, "i cannot outdo the doer i fear" bc her william nsfw alphabet was so mf good like i was really worried i would not be able to come up with something original. so if you see any similarities to this!! it's her's!!

taglist: @dilfity

a = aftercare

not really affectionate. depends on who you are to him tbh. if you're just a fling/fuck buddy, you're pretty disposable to him (just gonna be blunt) therefore he's usually more concerned about himself. however if you're his wife you are allowed exactly one peck on the lips. he usually hits you with a cheesy one liner that's supposed to be comforting regardless.

b = body part

ass man ass man ass man. his favorite place to pull out on. he loves to spank you watch it jiggle as well as you jolt. loves to grab on it, snap the band of your panties on, bend you over his lap, etc.

c = cum

must. finish. inside. will buy you plan b, or just pull out on your stomach, titties, or, his favorite, your ass, but only if he has to (ie you're quite a taboo couple that may never see each other again). loves to paint your face after you suck his dick.

d = dirty secret

wants to hold a knife to your throat and make you call him william. he gets so tired of hearing you cry "steve!" that he just mostly makes you call him "daddy" or "sir." either that or he wants to try a cnc scenario where he's hunting you down as william.

e = experience

a lot of experience. if you have no experience, he just can't help but want to ease you into every little kink of his!! and if you're experienced? he likes that too because he wouldn't have to teach you to do everything.

f = favorite position

doggy style because he loves to see your ass bounce, especially when you look back at him and thrust backwards. it will have him thrusting into you even harder. also loves mating press and grasping onto your thighs so you have little free will. he loves any situation where you're completely at his disposal.

g = goofy

not goofy at all. this is serious business.

h = hair

very shaven!! he has a happy trail but shaves his pubes.

i = intimacy

even if it's rough, it feels intimate (hence why it can never be funny to have sex with him). loves to press his forehead against yours and force you to look into his eyes as he pumps into you.

j = jack off

takes pictures with and without your consent for masturbation material. he'll even go onto your social media and stroke himself to pictures of you with friends or family (zoomed in on you ofc) ITS FUCKING WEIRD. he jacks off literally at any opportunity he can find.

k = kink

loves it when you call him daddy. no questions asked. he loves the power dynamic it creates. has a huge degrading kink. expect to be called "slut" and "whore" AND he loves to be degraded by getting called a "pervert" or a "dirty old man." has a huge age kink, once again, loves the seniority.

l = location

anywhere and everywhere. he doesn't have a bucket list or anything but he just has to have you wherever he pleases! even if you're not totally onboard with it, he'll find other ways to convince you.

m = motivation

he just has high libido. point blank.

n = no

would immediately stop if you asked him to call you "mommy" or got way too cocky while he lets you have a little fun dominating him for once.

o = oral

he loves forcing his cock down your throat and fucking your face, don't get me wrong! but he loves smothering his face in and making out with your cunt. it's to the point where it's not about you and more about him satiating his personal hunger.

p = pace

depends on what he needs and william's mood varies minute by minute. if he's angry, expect it to be taken out on you with many spanks landed on your ass, hand in your hair, and all kinds of degrading insults thrown at you. if he's feeling more in the mood, he'll go slow and torture you, filling you up inch by inch, edging you, and making you beg him for your orgasm.

q = quickie

not a fan. must fuck you fully or not at all.

r = risk

does not want kids. he's very upfront about that. so even if he comes inside you, he's very very sure that you take a contraceptive.

s = stamina

has insane stamina for his age. will fuck you like a rabbit for hours.

t = toys

LOVESSS to torture you with all kinds of vibrators and dildos. wants to try tying all your limbs and holding a vibrator to your cunt to see how much you can take.

u = unfair

read above. he's also very much into bondage. loves to restrain your body and eat you out nice and slow, making sure his beard scratches in all the right places.

v = volume

depends on your disposition. more often than not he takes it as a compliment if you scream. but if you need to be quiet (cough cough stepdad!william) he'll stuff your panties in your mouth, choke you so you get the message, or just clap a hand over your mouth and threaten to "make you shut the fuck up" if you don't.

w = wild card

wants to try a threesome with a younger man to show him how a real man fucks. only rule is that he absolutely has to pull out, or else he's going "missing"

x = x-ray

you know what they say about big hands. mans is HUNG. he definitely gets more swollen as he gets hard too.

y = yearning

like i said, his libido is extremely high at all times. even in the most wrong situations. he even gets hard watching you genuinely upset/crying over something and asks if he can compensate to make you "feel better."

z = zZz

doesn't really care about waiting until you fall asleep. personally believes sleep is for the weak and there's so much he hasn't done yet.

[quigonswife8]

Help: Leon x reader

Leon comes to you to fix up his hair.

[Creds to: bahnhofbratan on Pinterest for the photo]

As always thank ya’ll for the love on my stuff :)

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[2 am]

A knocking at your front door wakes you from your slumber. At first, you chalk it up to your mind playing tricks on you. However when that same knock repeats you realise it's not a mind trick, and therefore decide to go and see.

"I'm coming!"

It's not until you get to the front door that you realise how bad of an idea this is. It's god knows how late in the morning, someone is knocking on the door in the middle of the night and they still haven't said anything. This is a perfect example of "person falls victim to stupidity." and, with that, you don't open the door.

Instead you reach for a weapon. Breathing a little heavy but maintaining your composure, you begin to back away....

"(y/n) please open the door I...I need you."

Leon?

"Leon? Is that you?"

"Yeah it's me...", he replies, though he sounds shy, embarrassed? "...I know it's really late, but I...fucked up and I need help." you don’t grab the weapon, and instead you open the door, now scared that he's hurt or something which thankfully isn't the case.

Instead he stands there wearing a hoodie and when you begin to open your mouth to ask, he pulls it off.

His hair...it's been...cut, except in such an uneven and crooked way. Leon looks, again, embarrassed, and that's probably why he hid his head with the hoodie on the way. You find his hair perfect though, despite how it looks, though that can't be said about Leon.

"I tried to cut my hair, but I...got distracted and it ended up like this."

He steps forward, though seems hesitant, and the poor guy Leon looks at you desperate.

"Look I know it was a stupid reason to come over this late, I just..."

"No." You reply, stepping out to meet him. "it's not stupid at all Leon. Like I said you can come to me about anything, and I mean anything. I care for you a lot, you're my best friend Leon, but I don't just care for you 'cause you're my best friend."

Leon stands there...and his eyes soften a little. He gives a small nod and looks at you, thankful.

"Now come in, i'll fix up your hair for you."

Leon walks in once you move aside, and you close and lock the door once more. He looks around the house, memories of being there many a time filling his mind, which only makes him smile.

Noting the smile on his face as you pass, you gesture the agent to take a seat on a chair, before leaving to grab some hair stuff. Sure you're tired but you wanna be here for Leon and if that means spending all night awake with him, then that's what will happen.

Searching through the different stuff you soon return, and Leon smiles seeing you. God his smile, it always seems to make things better.

"So you just want me to fix it up for you, that's all...?"

"Yeah- yes please (n/n)."

"Got it."

You then come up behind him and you wrap a towel around his shoulders. Leon sits completely still and lets you do your thing, though feeling the closeness makes him feel all warm inside.

The two of you have known eachother for years and he would be lying if he said he didn't have feelings for you. He hasn't revealed these feelings though not wanting to mess up the relationship the two of you have, but mainly to keep you out of danger.

If anyone found out he loved you, you would be hurt, and if hiding these feelings covers that, he's fine with that.

Leon is snapped back to reality when he feels your fingers through his hair, the way you're so gentle to not cut him or hurt him in anyway. His eyes close and he gets more comfortable, letting you fix up his hair- that warm feeling inside wrapping around him like a blanket.

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"Done.", a big proud smile on your lips, and you put your tools away and look at Leon. "...ready to see?"

Leon gives a nod, excited to see you fix up his "mistake.". Unable to hide your smile, you count down from three and show him his fixed up hair with a hand-held mirror.

He focuses on his reflection...you wait to see his reaction...Leon turns around to look at you...and the cutest softest smile appears.

"It's perfect! you did amazing, thank you. Now I won't look like my hair got caught in a mower."

"You're welcome Leon..." you place the mirror down and smile. "...i'm glad I could help...oh!" You glance at the clock. "I know this is sudden but I can't let you go home at this time- you walked here, right? Well i'm not letting you walk home. You can take my bed, i'll take the couch." And oh if he hadn't fallen in love with you already, this act of kindness proved it.

"I couldn't do that to you."

"I insist, really."

"But-"

"I insist."

He pauses...he looks wanting to "fight" you on this again, but realises how insistent you are, and gives in.

"Okay i'll take the bed." which makes you happy, and with a smile, you bring him to your room. Leon, who turns back to look at you, looks like he wants to say more than thank you, but holds his tongue like he always does.

"Thank you again (y/n), really."

With a nod, the way your eyes soften, you answer;

"You're welcome Leon..."

The two you stare at eachother for a few more moments, before you nod and turn, shutting the door to head down to the lounge. Leon's eyes remain on the door for a moment or so more, before he lays down on your bed and lets out a soft sigh.

You on the other hand take the couch and lay down, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of Leon.

While Leon sleeps in your bed, and you sleep on the couch, neither of you can fall asleep straightaway. All you can think about is one-another, though, neither would ever admit that.

Which is the way it has to be.

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[prosepoetryanddrama]

Sirius Black Faces the Woes of a High School Crush (part 4 - Finale)

If you had told Sirius Black that he would be getting, Lily Evans, of all people, to be his wing-woman to entrap her best friend, he would have probably believed you, because when did he ever have a normal day?

“Remember,” Lily said, “Don’t you dare tell Remus that I helped.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “I don’t understand why this needs to be secret, Evans?”

“Because,” Lily hissed, “Remus doesn’t like it when I interfere with his love life.” Sirius sparkled down his flame of jealousy as he thought of Remus's love life.

“But,” Lily continued, “you’re obviously lacking the grit to just ask him, so,” she spread her arms out wide, “here we are.”

Sirius had no response to that, so he simply made a noncommittal noise, turning his nose up at her.

The two of them had concocted a plan to finally get Sirius and Remus alone. Despite Sirius's suspicion at Lily deciding to help him, and later a slight hope, Lily would not tell him anything about how Remus felt about him, although the fact she was trying to bring them together, send a slight, wonderful excitement in his chest. 

Well, actually more like a humongous, destroying tsunami of feeling, but that was not rather here nor there.

The plan of genius that the two teenagers had concocted was as following.

They would have to lure Remus out, who, if left to his own devices, would stay in his shell forever. Lily, Remus’s best friend and therefore, Sirius had to grudgingly admit, the person who knew him best, thought instead of carefully, slowly, secretly wooing Remus, Remus instead needed a push in Sirius’s direction.

Sirius wasn’t too sure why Lily was helping him in the first place but decided to take just take it for what it was. Perhaps, it was out of a notion to help her friend find love.

The plan itself was truly.. not that good. It was rather hideous, as his mother would say. The fact that she was Sirius’s inner voice was something he decididly did not ponder. 

The plan once again involved Peter Pettrigrew, who at this point, Sirius was beginning to think of as something of a henchman. 

Tomorrow, after school, Peter would, again only agreeing by Sirius emptying his pockets, rush over to whatever corner Remus had sequestered himself into, nose deep in a book, and tell him that there was an issue with some unnamed prom preparation issue. 

Remus, forever the golden boy prefect, would rush up confused and follow Peter faithfully. Peter would lead Remus back to that haunted closet, and well, push him in, then proceed to lock the door. Only Sirius, would be waiting on the inside. 

Sirius too, would pretend to be just as confused as Remus, proclaiming that he too had been lured inside by Pettrigrew. They would bang on the door, yelling for help, but by this time, everyone would have left, leaving it dead silent. Here, Sirius had instructed Peter to let out an evil cackle for dramatic effect. 

Remus would then slump back defeated in the dark closet, resigning himself to a night stuck, like a helpless damsel. After comforting Remus with a few dozen gentle embraces, and perhaps even laying his head on Remus’s mess of golden locks, Sirius would proclaim that he knew, through his knowledge of doors as a very manly man, how to get it open with a bit of tinkering. 

Sirius would then, pretend obviously, he hadn’t done manual labour once in his life, to mess around with the lock. Here, Pettigrew, waiting faithfully and quietly, would unlock the door, and scram. Sirius would yell triumphantly that he, through his prowess and genius mind, had gotten the door unlocked, and saved Remus from a hungry, cold, night stuck in a closet.

Remus would jump up in glee, proclaiming Sirius to be his hero. Sirius would then, this time alone, take Remus to the cafe across the scream, protesting that Remus would be starving and needed a bite and a tea. 

Here, would be the right moment, once Remus was fed and warm, drowning in those large wool sweaters. Sirius would gently grab Remus’s hand from where they were squished together in a booth, and tell him how wonderful and lovely he was, and of course, ask him to the prom. After Sirius’s rescue of him and tender help, there was no way Remus would say no. 

These events would obviously, instantly make Remus say yes to Sirius, who presented himself as heroic, dependable, and kind.

If necessary, Sirius was sure, with a bit more cash, could convince Peter to allow himself to be beat up by Sirius for his evil plan, which of course, Peter would make up some diabolical reason when questioned.

With an opening, Sirius would spend the weeks up to prom, now gently wooing Remus, carrying his books for him, brushing his hands against his, and finally, making him that Chamomile tea. By the time prom came around, Remus too, would be madly in love with Sirius. 

It was perfect and absolutely nothing would go wrong.

In their seventeen year old minds at least.

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“This is the stupidest thing I’ve literally ever heard,” James snorted. 

They were sprayed out on the floor of James bedroom, James absentmindedly throwing a ball up and catching it again and again, Sirius simply staring at the ceiling and pining. 

Sirius huffed, pushing a dark lock of hair out of his face, “Don’t be crass. It’s going to work.” 

“Yeah, maybe, “ James relented, clearly not believing his words. He continued, “I just, I dunno, I don’t understand why you don’t literally just go up to him and tell him you like him? Don’t get me wrong, it pains me to pay you a compliment, but you’re Sirius Black. You’re-“ he cut off, and readjusted his glasses, “You’re pretty great.”

“Remus is pretty great too,” Sirius simply responded in return. 

“I-, I just really want him to say yes, “ Sirius admitted quietly in the silent room, after a moment of pause. “I really like him James, like truly.”

He coughed, uncomfortable with the display of emotions,  the stoic Walburga Black once again, his inner voice.

“Like seriously?” James parroted at him.

“Like seriously,” Sirius responded with a roll of his eyes, but there was a small smiling threatening to break.

James rose himself up on his elbows and turned his head to look at Sirius. There was something soft in James’s , his best friend, his brother’s, gaze. He reached out his hand and flopped the lock of hair back over Sirius’s eyes.

“Well, it’s still stupid, but I hope it works Black, you deserve to be happy.”

He continued, “If not for you, then for me. I can’t listen to you mope a moment longer.”

The moment broken, Sirius growled, and tackled James in a flash of an eye.

As James cackled, Sirius thought to himself, “It will work.”

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The next day, Sirius impatiently shook his leg, blowing out a breath, as he sat on the floor of the dimly lit closet, waiting for step one. It already felt like it had been too long since the end of the day bell had rung. Had Remus left before Peter had accosted him? Realistically, Sirius knew that Remus almost always stayed after school to read or study, but nerves left him feeling bereft. 

Sirius would pummel Peter’s face in if he messed this up.

He glanced at the corner where the banner, now hung up on Hogwarts main gates, normally lay folded neatly. He snorted, ripping up a banner? How plebeian that was of him. It wasn’t his fault that every time he thought of boy that was Remus Lupin, a few brain cells danced away.

Sirius stilled as he heard footsteps in the distance. Peter’s squeaky voice rang out in the silent hall, getting louder, “Yeah! Just right over here Remus. I’ll show you.” 

The footsteps stopped in front of the door and Sirius froze, even though they couldn't see him. 

Remus’s voice rang out, “What’s the problem? Did something break again?”

“Uh ya, something like that,” Peter’s voice cracked.

“Uh-“ Remus replied, before there was a crash. 

The door tumbled open, and Peter grabbed Remus’s arm, which today was clad in a maroon cardigan, and pushed him harshly into the doorframe. Remus stumbled slightly before, as Sirius watched in horror, regained his balance. 

He turned his head towards Peter, amber eyes flashing, “What the hell man!” 

Peter responded by once again shoving at Remus’s shoulder, whimpering slightly when Remus didn’t shift. It seemed that Remus was hiding some strength under the lithe shoulders and knit.

Peter put his hands in front of his face when Remus took an angry stomp in his direction, “Please no! Don’t beat me up. I didn’t get paid enough for this!” 

Remus paused, head turning, in a rather precious way, in confusion. “Huh? What the hell, Peter! What do you mean, paid?”

Peter removed his hands from his face, and the rat, the dirty, traitorous rat, pointed at Sirius, who Remus had not yet noticed, and yelled, “Paid! He paid me to do this! To lock you inside.”

“Getting me to tear the banner was one thing, but this is too much!” With that final statement, Peter turned tail and fled. 

Remus, ever so slowly, walked forward, so he stood in the doorframe, blocking out the light of the hallway behind him, making him look like an angel with a halo. 

Sirius coughed uncomfortably. “I can explain.”

Remus let out a laugh, from pure confusion more than anything else. “You paid! You paid to have me locked in a closet?!”

His eyes were frustrated and angry, “and the banner. You ripped the banner!? That took work to fix. What the fuck Black?” 

“Technically,” Sirius interrupted, still laying on the floor, weirdly calm for some reason as his brain spinned on how to fix this “Peter ripped the banner.”

“What the hell?” Remus simply repeated before huffing, “actually don’t answer that. I honestly don’t want to know.”

He turned away, stomping in the other direction.

This woke Sirius up from whatever trance he was in and he jumped up, scrambling after Remus. 

“Remus! No, wait please!”

Despite the boy’s fast pace, Sirius, honed from years on the field, caught up with him easily. He placed a hand on Remus’s arm to still him and Remus flicked him off. 

Sirius looked down at him, just slightly, imploringly and softened his voice from the panicked yell, “Please Remus. I know how this looks but, please, let me explain. Just give me five minutes.”

Remus huffed, blowing out a breath, before nodding stiffly. He pressed his back to the hallway wall and slid down. 

“You better have a hell of an explanation, Black.”

Sirius followed suit, slumping down beside Remus, their shoulders, Sirius’s broader, pressing against each other. 

He looked down at his lap and clasped his hands together wondering just exactly how many brain cells had been lost. The sheer enormity and oddness of what he had just done hit him. 

“Well?” Remus’s voice came from beside him. 

Sirius grit his teeth as began his explanation. He figured honesty was the best policy at this point.

“I like you Remus, a lot,” he spoke into the empty hallway, “like a lot. That's why I joined student council in the first place, because I wanted an excuse to be with you, to be around you, to talk to you….to perhaps have you also wish to talk to me. This was a-“ he snorted, "plan to get you to-" he felt the blush working its way up his neck. “perhaps like me too.”

“How exactly?” Remus’s was no longer angry but just plain confused, but when Sirius looked over at him, he found that a slight flush had taken over his cheeks as well.

“I was gonna be your knight in whatever, I was going to rescue you from-“

“From the evil closet?” Remus hummed. He pulled out his phone from the pocket of his uniform, “Why would I not just call someone to help?”

“Yeah I hadn't really thought of that. I promise I’m actually smart. Normally at least, I’m top of the class.”

“But you did think of getting me forcefully pushed into a closet,” a tinge of something like amusement had entered Remus’s voice.

 Sirius groaned loudly, “Sorry about that. I really, I really weirdly, thought it would actually work”

“Maybe if we were in a rom-com?” Remus offered.

Any reservations Sirius had were gone. There was really nothing he could do to make the situation any worse. He drew on his confidence from the few times he had seen Remus staring at him in the past or giving him a smile. “I wanted to ask you to prom, that’s why I did this. That feels pretty rom-com to me”

He felt Remus’s gaze on his face, hot and heavy and inquiring, but Sirius didn’t budge.

Without looking over, he moved his hand from his lap and tenderly grabbed Remus’s wrist. When he didn’t resist, Sirius lightly pulled it into his lap. He finally looked over, and found Remus’s eyes, swimming with confusion, amusement and something else, something deeper, still on his face.

“Why didn’t you just ask me straight up?” Remus said softly. 

Sirius fixed his gaze on Remus’s plump lips, and sighed, “because I was scared you would say no.”

Remus, his hand still in Sirius’s lap, moved it so his fingers gently interlocked with Sirius’s. Sirius felt his heart patter in his chest.

Sirius looked back up at Remus’s eyes and found that, once again, his eyes were focused somewhere below his eyes. 

“I’m still not over how insane this was, but...what if I said yes?” Remus said softly, and Sirius felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

“Then I’d be the luckiest person to ever walk this planet,” he breathed out. 

Remus leaned forward slightly, his hair brushing Sirius’s forehead. Sirius felt in a trance as Remus glanced at him through sparking eyes and thick lashes. 

Remus moved closer, and so did Sirius. When their lips met, Sirius felt a roaring in his head. He, through endless self control, pulled back after a few seconds. 

He looked at Remus, heart in his throat. “I assume that’s a yes.” 

Remus giggled, and Sirius took that as an invitation to finally, finally, lean down and kiss that mole on his neck.

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A few weeks later as Sirius, in his finest suit, swayed gently on the confetti covered gymnasium, turned dance floor, with Remus in his arms, his head on Sirius’s shoulder, he truly did feel like the luckiest person to ever walk the earth. 

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And it's done! This was quite fun to write. If anyone is interested in another part of just fluff or scenes from their relationship or prom, leave a comment letting me know!

@dumbass-gryffindor1960

[scekrex]

Dunno how I'm supposed to start, but I have a little idea

So. Reader wanted to use a corset and asked Adam to tie it for him, but Adam, being the asshole he is, he made it too tight.

But when Reader wants to take it off inside their bathroom, he doesn't ask Adam for help, because he messed up once, so Reader doesn't want to take the risk again.

From the inside, grunts and stuff could be heard, the normal shit, but from outside, it could be interpreted as something else (ykyk).

(You can make it a crackfic or smut, dunno. Also sorry if it doesn'tmake any sense. I LOVE YOUR WORK 😭)

So this is a SFW version - if ya want a smutty sequel feel free to request :3

You're always so lovely

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, sexual tension & homophobic language

note: beta read by @drxgonspine

You inhaled sharply as Adam tightened the corset even more. It was too tight to stand in comfortably, forcing you to arch your back and it was way too hard to breathe. “Are you trying to kill me?” you hissed at the first man who simply patted your shoulder and responded with a lazy,

“You look really fucking sexy, babes.” Well, really it was your fault for asking Adam for help with a corset in the first place, you should've known that the brunette would find a way to mess with you. “Loose it up a little, for Christ’s sake I can’t even breathe properly,” you tried to get him to do it right, but it was Adam.

Instead of listening to you, he took your complaint as a joke, not realizing that it was actually hard for you to breathe in it, so he leaned down, placed a kiss on your cheek and mumbled, “Nah, I like it when ya look like a disney prince.” And to be completely honest? That was something you had not expected to ever be said - not by Adam. Adam, the man who loved rock ‘n’ roll more than his own life, Mr. ‘I fucking rock’ himself just said that he liked to see his boyfriend all dolled up, all pretty yet handsome at the same time.

For fucks sake, Adam knew disney - why the fuck did he know what disney was? The only logical answer to that was Lute, Adam knew a ton of things simply because Lute had told him about it.

With those words however, the first man left the room. “Get the fuck back here you cunt,” you shouted from the top of your lungs, earning you a pissed of, “Shut the fuck up fag!” from your next door neighbor who seemed to be not quite the fan of you. And Adam.

Grumbling you headed towards the bathroom, it was once again your job to fix Adam’s mistake, well this time it was kind of urgent - it not only involved you, but it also caused your body to hurt like hell. Mentally you made a note to never let the taller male help you with clothes of any kind - not when it could end like this at least.

You kicked the bathroom door shut loudly, making sure the first man heard that you had entered it and locked the room from the inside before you stood in front of the mirror and breathed in as much air as possible - for the record, it wasn’t as much air as you would have liked it to be. The corset was not only tight in all the wrong places, it was also made out of some really uncomfortable material. But as you looked yourself over in the mirror, you had to give Adam one thing and one thing only: you did look like a disney prince - a pretty handsome one as well.

But looks made not up for the air your body desperately craved and therefore the corset had to leave. As soon as possible and definitely without Adam’s help. Knowing the brunette, he would tighten the thing even more before eventually putting you out of your misery - that might only be the outcome if you were to promise him something in return, which you didn’t like because he had been the person to even cause this situation and therefore your need of help. So you were determined to do this on your own, how hard could it be to take a corset off after all?

Turns out: it was harder to take that thing off than you had expected. Thirty minutes had passed and you had achieved nothing. To be completely fair you had no idea how Adam had closed it in the first place and it was kinda hard to see your back, even with that huge mirror that was hanging on the bathroom wall. So it was only normal that it took you so long - right?

Who were you even trying to fool, it was not normal, if anything it was concerning.

You were frustrated, groans, hisses of pain and grunts fell from your lips more often than you found yourself able to stay quiet. It had been a mistake to try this thing on without having Lute around - the exorcist surely would have been more gentle. And she would have helped you out of the uncomfortable thing in no time too. But Lute was not here and Adam was the only person you wanted to stay as far away from the corset as possible.

A knock on the locked bathroom door caused you to flinch, you had been quite focused on the task of getting out of that corset. “Listen bitch, if you’re inside there jerking yourself off, you better unlock the fucking door,” Adam’s voice was muffled by the wood between you and him, yet his words made it quite clear what he thought was going on inside the locked room. “I promise ya, my mouth’s way fucking better than your hand,” the first man continued without even waiting for an answer. He seemed convinced that you had been inside the bathroom for over thirty fucking mintues to jerk yourself off instead of asking him for a little help.

“Adam,” you groaned as you accidentally tightened the corset even more - you wanted to hiss at him, make it obvious that you were not trying to orgasm without him, yet that groan of his name seemed to only fuel Adam’s suspicion more. That was honestly nothing you could blame the brunette for. If the roles were reversed, you surely would have the same thoughts.

“I know babes, just fucking open the door,” the words sounded surprisingly desperate, as if he was touching himself - and maybe he was. Yet your main problem remained to be the tight corset hugging your entire upper body. “I’m not fucking jerki- oh fuck,” once again your body’s reaction to things was not helpful at all.

Your finger had gotten stuck somewhere and when you had tried to pull your hand away, you had caused skin to break and blood to leak from your finger. “Y/N, for fucks sake if you don’t open-” that was all the first man was able to say before he heart a small clicking noise and the bathroom door swung open.

“I’m not jerking myself off, you horny fuckhead,” you growled at the taller man, who seemed genuinely surprised that you had been speaking the truth - he must have been quite convinced that you had tried to orgasm without him noticing.

“You’re not. But what the fuck were you doing then?” The brunette seemed honestly confused about the situation, he visibly had trouble wrapping his mind around what was happening.

“I was trying to get out of this bullshit,” you hissed and pointed at the corset that was still tightly wrapped around your upper body - in fact it was now even tighter than it had been before you had locked yourself inside the bathroom. The first man sighted as he wordlessly grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around so that your back was facing him. Skillful fingers were quick to unhook the corset and free your body from its tight grip on you. The thing dropped to the floor as Adam undid the last hook and you inhaled deeply, sucking in as much air as your lungs were able to hold. Oh the feeling of freedom.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as your hand came up to press against your chest. Your body was still in pain - at least a little - but you knew that would fade.

“How about you thank me by sucking my dick?” Adam grinned as he pressed his body against yours from behind, his erection meeting your asscheeks. You were not able to hold back from rolling your eyes at that, yet you moved your ass against his hips, giving him your non-verbal consent.

[snowmoonwrites]

Hold Me Tight

Tokyo Debunker: Kamurai Jin x Reader Tags: Fluff, established relationnship, So much fluff omg, kinda case fic, there is a creep be warned

The day of the gathering, you were incredibly happy to remember that to the Frostheim ball Jin has gifted you three separate dresses. While you were sure you could have been able to improvise with the artifact cloth, real dresses were still better. After all, while it wasn’t a proper mission, it was adjacent to one. You have been sent to gather information in the ball where only the high society will attend.

Why you? Why not anyone else from Frostheim, who at least belongs there? Those were the first questions out of your mouth too when the Academy requested your presence there. You didn’t even have a background to get into the party. The invitation… You weren’t sure it would hold up given you were a no-name person.

Yet, given your status it wasn’t like you could actually say no to the request. Therefore, here you stood today, looking at Sinostra’s casino hours before you had to get going. You could think of no one who knows human faces better than Romeo. Maybe he also knew how to apply the appropriate makeup. At least you really hoped so. While the ghouls were incredibly helpful in life or death situations dealing with the occult… They weren’t famous for their make-up routines. What you wouldn’t give for just one of them to be a woman as well… 

Given the total male community of ghouls, the best bet you could make was Romeo. Even if he didn’t know how to do so, he had a bunch of employees, near servants. There must be at least one girl who knows how to do it right, right?

Thus, you brought over the dress, the shoes and your meager makeup kit. You have never been one to use it much, the most you know is the basic foundation, blush, mascara, lipstick. You hoped for the best as you walked into Sinostra. You were far from an uncommon sight in the Casino given your work, so no one even glanced your way as you made your way up to the rooms.

As you were led inside Romeo was sitting in his usual chair, ordering people around as usual. Seeing you, he sighed. He knew, if you were not here for your inspector work then you needed something. Not that your inspector work didn’t bring him enough headaches. Why was Taiga so prone to eat anomalies? You awkwardly shuffled your feet.

“Out with it! I don’t have time to dally with you all day long.”

“Umm… Can you do my makeup?” You ask while looking at anywhere but him. “It is for a mission! I have to go to a high class party,” you added hurriedly.

“Do I look like your servant?! Me, Fico doing a BB’s makeup? Do I look insane to you?”

“I could mention your great contribution in the case file?”

And thus an hour later you walked out of the room all dolled up and ready for the party. He even made one of his house members style your hair. You really were grateful for the help. You will not look too out of place at the fancy high-end party.

The Galaxy Express ride, while beautiful, went uneventful as you read the case file once again just to be safe. Your work wasn’t anything strenuous, just gathering intel for one of Frostheim’s missions. According to the file a suspected anomaly was turning up at a few fancy parties. Nothing too malicious happened yet, but a few women would complain about strange noises in the restrooms. Like someone was watching them, but when they called out, only silence. Creepy. Maybe they weren’t wrong to send someone to investigate. It wasn’t every party, so you might just go, try to talk with some of the women and “enjoy” the high end life…

You walked to the party’s place from the closest Galaxy stop, getting out your invitation and steeling yourself to appear composed and regal. No use of all this planning if you can’t sell yourself as someone belonging there. You walked up the steps to the double doors, taking out your invitation and handing it to the butler standing in front of it. 

He looked at the invitation, which you really hoped was actually real and not just a great replica, may the academy not fuck you over like that. Then he looked at you up and down. You were feeling his judging stare. Something was wrong with the invitation? Your clothes? Your makeup? Hair? Oh god.

“I haven’t seen you at one of these parties yet.” He crossed his arms. “I have zero idea where you got the fake invitation but you better give getting in up. You are not the first who brings a convincing replica.”

Oh god! You didn’t look like you belonged, right? No matter how you dress up a pumpkin, it will still only be a pumpkin. And anyone who knows pumpkins will recognize it in a glance. You were near panicking in your mind. How to deal with the situation? Insist you belonged? But if he asks for a family name? What would you say? Puff up and make a scene? Cry? Abort the whole mission and demand the academy come up with better plans?

As you stood there, silent but for a frown adoring your face, a slender arm sneaked around your waist, pulling you into a solid chest. You glance up, you could guess who the hand belonged to by the way it clutched you possessively. Your brain does not betray you, Jin’s unimpressed face looks straight at the butler.

“Is there a problem here?” He pulls you even closer, which you didn’t think was possible.

“I… the girl…” The butler gulped, clearly recognizing the Kamurai family’s son. 

Jin raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. His commanding aura was not less than if he used his stigma to make the man fall to his knees right there. Maybe he wouldn’t even need to use it. You relaxed in his arms, knowing he is going to take care of you.

Not even ten seconds later the butler opened the double doors and let you two in, bowing low as you walked through it. Before you entered the actual ball room Jin stopped to look at you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Working,” you replied casually. There was nothing more to it, you had orders from up high, you had to comply.

“Without an escort? Not even one ghoul?” He frowned, but you knew his ire was not aimed towards you.

“I think I just got myself one.” You slipped from his arm to lay your own onto his, into the typical escorting position, smiling up at him. Well, maybe grinning would have been the better description. He chuckled at your antics, pulling your hand to his lips, laying a gentle kiss onto it.

“If the lady insists.”

You walk into the ballroom with your arms linked, having given him the details of your mission. Given the sensitive nature of the case, he let you go to investigate while he did his own job as the Kamurai family’s heir. Meaning PR, which really was just standing around looking menacing as men old enough to be his father looked humbled by his presence. It was quite funny if you were honest.

You mingled with the women, trying to gain a scrap of information that could help the investigation. Given your penchant for the worst luck, neither of them were one of the victims. They told you some gossip but that is as far as their knowledge went. Today also seemed to be a quiet, calm night. Not a scream from the direction of the restrooms.

Well, at least you got out of the school grounds. A night spent in a luxurious ball room with soft classical music, a bar not far away, finely dressed people you have nothing in common with. Just your idea of a fun night out… Not so much. With little left to do but suffer through the night, you headed to the bar. If you had to be here is case the anomaly, if it is an anomaly, shows up, you were going to get a drink. 

Thus decided, you walked to the bar, plopping yourself down on one of the barstools. The place was fancy, but it lacked the charm and homely feeling you would get at Rui’s bar. As you looked through the menu a drink was placed in front of you. You glanced up at the bartender.

“Courtesy of the man over there.” He pointed to a man sitting not too far away. You grimaced and pushed the drink away, the man looked old enough to be your father, creepy predator. When he saw the drink being taken away, instead of getting the neon lighted huge NO signal, he moved to the stool next to you. Paying him no mind, you looked at the bartender.

“A strawberry daiquiri, please.”

As the bartender set the cocktail in front of you, the guy next to you piped up. What you wouldn’t have given to shut his mouth, preferably with one of the fancy barstools.

“Let me cover that,” he said, all slimy and not at all visibly wanting to gain your favour. Which was still so gross. As if it was his right just because he had money and you looked young and alone. Thankfully the bartender looked at you before doing anything. At least he was a professional, not disregarding you for your age or gender.

“No, write it up to Kamurai’s name,” you said, looking at nowhere but the bartender. Jin said not to worry about any expenses, he had you covered, the academy didn’t give you any money after all. They really expected you to do nothing but investigate, like a good little robot. The bartender nodded and walked away, clearly someone who knew not to argue. 

“Pfff.” The man next to you let out an undignified bark of laughter. “Girly, clearly you think yourself to be someone. Do you know how many try to curry favour from that family? It would be better for you to keep your pretty face down and let me be a gentleman for now.” He leaned in, too close for comfort, you could smell the alcohol on his breath, his closeness repulsing you like no anomaly so far. 

“After that, I can make your pretty lips take in something better than the straw in your drink.” His hand reached out, touching your hair, then sliding down to rest on your thigh, even as you tried to move away. You couldn’t make a scene right now. While your own reputation didn’t matter, you were a nobody either way, Jin might just get the burnt of it if you act on impulse and really beat the crap out of this disgusting pervert. You tried to move as far as possible on your stool, but given its size, you couldn’t put too much distance between the two of you.

Diplomacy, diplomacy, you repeated in your mind. You will not pour your drink onto this waste of space. It might get on your dress, you’d loath to stain it. But, well it will be burnt either way after this man put his disgusting hands on it. Maybe you should pour the drink on his head. No, diplomacy, polite but firm.

“I do not wish for either to happen. So if you would unhand me.” You tried to push his hand away. Ew, you better wash it well after this. But his hand wouldn’t budge, no, it only squeezed you tighter. THIS TRASH! You felt your temper rising like the Sun every dawn, steadily reaching new heights as the predator only smirked at you, letting his hand wander higher, leaning in too close.

“Playing hard to get, I see. Don’t worry I am good at making brats like you beg for mercy. Preferably on my co—” He couldn’t finish his sentence as your drink landed on him at the same moment his ass hit the floor. But it wasn’t you who dumped it on him. The man looked shocked then enraged.

Yet, he couldn’t say a word as your knight in shining armor, khm nice suit, saved you for the second time this night. You might have to rethink your decisions. You are not a damsel in distress but you couldn't stop your heart from beating faster and feeling relieved that he came to your side when you were in need. You might just fall harder for him. Was that even possible?

“Get your hands off her,” Jin growled at the man. The man on the floor couldn’t utter a word in the presence of Jin. Like someone cut his tongue out. He clearly got the memo, finally, that you weren’t joking with having The Kamurai family cover your expenses. With a swift motion Jin put his black card on the bar, signaling to the the bartender to swipe it for your drink.  

“Oi, it was the girl who came onto me. What can I do with such a needy bitch? Not play along. She is a total gold digger.” The man tried to stand up, his bruised ego not letting him take the reasonable defeat. Tried, being the important word, as Jin let his feet fall onto the man’s hand, exerting enough force to make him fall back down. As he put pressure on it, the middle aged man winced and grimaced.

“You better shut your ugly mug.” He motioned for the guards. After all, this was a party for the filthy rich. Of course there were security guards. When they got there, Jin lifted his leg off the man.

“Take this trash away.” When they lifted the man Jin leaned closer to him. “If I see you anywhere near my girlfriend again, losing that disgusting hand would be the kindest thing I will do to you.”

As the man was unceremoniously thrown out Jin turns to you, offering his hand so you could comfortably get off the barstool. When you did, he pulled you in, fixing a stray strand of hair, gently tucking it behind your ear. 

“Let’s fix your dress, some of your drink splashed on it.”

You glanced down. And truly, a red stain was on your dress. You were so entertained by Jin putting the fear of god into that pervert that you didn’t even register the coldness. You nodded and let yourself be led to the back.

Given the place’s fanciness, it was no surprise that one of the restrooms had a unisex room that seemed to exist for emergency uses, such as a spilled drink, an uncomfortable feet due to high heels… The emergency truly had a different connotation in high society… Not that you were complaining right now, given that you have a so-called emergency.

Jin closed the door after stepping into the room, following you. You looked down at your dress. It didn’t seem salvageable to your eyes. And given the stain’s location, you couldn’t wash it without taking it off. Then you remembered. You didn’t wear a bra! The dress let your breasts be free of bras but now you need to take it off. Seeing you hesitate, Jin lifted one of his eyebrows at you.

“You see… I have nothing under it…” You blushed and looked away. Then you heard rustling. Glancing up, you saw Jin take off his suit’s coat, holding it out for you.

“Put this on then.” You nodded, reaching for the zipper. Which decided to be uncooperative! You could pull it up just a few hours before! Why couldn’t you unzip it now?

Seeing your predicament, Jin reached for the zipper.

“May I?” You nodded, holding your breath as the zipper slipped down, the dress following after it’s path towards the floor.

“I’m sorry, I ruined the dress you gave me.” 

“I can buy you a hundred more. And it was me who spilled your drink on it.” He laid a gentle kiss onto your shoulder, following it up with laying his coat onto you so you are no longer half naked in the room. You stepped out of the circle of your dress. Jin took it in his hands, looking at the stain with annoyance. Whether he was annoyed about staining it himself, or the things leading up to that, you didn’t know.

“Let’s just toss it and take one of the provided substitutes. They are not the best, but they should do until we get back to the Academy.” He tossed the expensive dress into the trash as if it was nothing. Then he walked into the inbuilt closet room. You let him do the choosing, he did a good job last time, you believed in him. The filthy rich really had everything. The organizer seems to have thought of everything! Kudos to them!

Being left alone, you looked around the room, holding the coat together to keep your skin covered. While it wasn’t cold, it wasn’t the best temperature to be bare chested in. The interior was decorated lavishly but still elegantly. A couch, a few armchairs, a coffee table as well. Two doors, one obviously opening to the closet, the other to the restroom. You sat down on one of the armchairs, no reason to stand around awkwardly.

After a while Jin walked out, holding a blue dress in his hands. Clearly he wasn’t above dressing you in his own colours. Who said he isn’t a possessive boyfriend? You took the offering, smiling at him, no doubt you will look good in it.

“Go put it on, then we can go home.” He lifted your head gently by your chin, planting a quick kiss to your forehead. 

You walked into the restroom, ready to change and get out of this place. But something got you on high alert. Something seemed to be strange. As you put Jin’s coat down to put on the dress, you saw it. Someone, rather something from the chill running down your spine, was watching you. And then it started coming closer. Too fast. You have nothing to defend yourself with!

Nothing else to do, with fear chilling you, you screamed! Half naked or not, this wasn’t what you signed up for! You were supposed to get intel! Not run into the obvious anomaly! Because of course you would run into it! Because your life was one big joke, that’s why!

Hearing your scream Jin immediately ran into the room, sword already drawn. He didn’t hesitate to slash it in two. Clearly this one shall go into the case file as “destroyed” as well, not like you cared today. When Jin deemed it dead enough, he pulled you to him.

“Clearly I shouldn’t leave you alone for a minute. You have an uncanny way of getting into trouble.”

“Hey, this was clearly not my fault. I didn’t sign up to play bait tonight for whatever this was.” You pulled his coat back onto yourself buttoning it up. Clearly today wasn’t the day to wear dresses… 

“Hold onto me.” He wrapped his arm around you and slashed the veil of reality into two, stepping through to his dorm room. You should have used the Galaxy Express to come back, but this was honestly more convenient, faster, and safer as well. You weren’t about to complain for a free taxi ride back to the Academy.

But his dorm room was admittedly a lot colder than the ballroom was. Seeing you shiver, Jin pulled you towards his bed.

“Stay the night? I’ll even let you wear one of my warm shirts.” He lifted your hand to his mouth. Laying a kiss onto it before playfully biting into it. You chuckled at his seduction. You wouldn’t be able to sleep much anyway if you went back to your dorm, while this was not too dangerous compared to a few cases that you managed to live through… You felt way too vulnerable, nearly naked in front of the anomaly.

“Only if you won’t complain when I hog all of the blanket,” you countered, already fluffing his pillow up to your liking.

“Deal.”

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You buried your finger in Jin’s silky hair as he peppered your naked shoulders with kisses.

“I forgot to ask. How did you know it was me in front of the doors at the entrance? I can’t have been the only one to have that dress.”

He bit into your shoulder, as if disagreeing with even the thought of not recognizing you.

“Ridiculous. I would recognise you anywhere.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “From a glance.” A kiss on your cheek. “By the scent of your skin.” On the tip of your nose. “By the colour of your eyes” On your eyelids. “By the feel of your hands in mine” Another on your neck. “By the sound of your heartbeat.” Another kiss on your lips. “Anywhere. Anytime.” He intertwined your fingers with his, pulling your back against his chest. Lulling you to sleep with his steady breathing, content in his arms. Knowing you have arrived home.